I'd gone over to Mocha Daze to give the windbag a piece of my mind for firing me.
He sat in the only chair in the place.
"I don't have the time to talk to you."
"Then you make the time! I want to know why you did it. You know I didn't have anything to do with the break-in, but you fire me and then send the cops around to harass me. Did you send the cops to your little sweetheart Steve's place?"
Hugo stood up. "Fuck you!"
"No, fuck you! I thought we were honest with each other. I guess I was wrong."
"You left the alarm off!"
"What?"
"You left the alarm off and that's how they got in."
"I didn't..."
"Too stoned to remember?"
Why had I come here?
I stood in one corner of the room, leaning against the wall. I looked around, my eyes burning.
The place was full.
The crowd sipped coffee, ate doughnuts and, most of all, smoked.
The tips of a hundred cigarettes blazed at once.
I was in a noxious fog bank and there was no ventilation.
I was choking.
I didn't need to be here. These other losers may need this shit, not me. I'm fine. Sure, I've go a few problems, but nothing I can't work out myself.
"What are you doing here? Are you following me?"
It was Hugo.
"No, I'm not following you." I said. "Just here to check it out."
"Good luck, " he said, walking away from me to a podium with a wooden cross carved into the front of it.
What an asshole, I thought, sitting down in one of the hard metal fold-out chairs set up in a circle.
"Hello, my friends. My name is Hugo and I'm an alcoholic." 
