Remy closed the door behind Steve Brendan and took a good long look around his apartment. It didn't look good, that's for sure. His current life had no parallel at all with the one he used to have. He began talking to himself as he wandered around picking up stuff and shoving it in a large black garbage bag," I had no intention of living like this when I moved in here. Maybe Steve is right, maybe there is potential for me to get back into review writing. It's certainly worth a try."
Remy sealed the now filled bag and shook open another one. "I've been in a blue funk far too long, that one preview I wrote might get picked up and bring me a little cash, then I can get at least a new shirt and start doing the theatre rounds again. If my memory serves, Alicia still writes for Harlequin Magazine and she has contacts that may be willing to talk to me."
He sealed the second bag and cleared a pile of dishes off the table, then started hot water running into the sink, ready to start washing up. "Thank heavens I always remembered to pay my electricity bill, even when I was drunk or stoned, mum's teaching must have sunk in pretty hard. I can just imagine her outrage at the way I let things go here."
Before starting the washing up, Remy crossed to the living room and opened some windows, then turned on the pedestal fan he brought out from the bedroom. "Time to clear the stink out of here," he said to himself. "I'm actually glad Steve dropped in, his honest words have been a wake up call."