He held his Buchanan whiskey in his hand. The Instagram model nipped his earlobe as she caressed his chest. He was interested in neither.

His celebration party was a blur now as he was only fixated on what he saw in the window.

His mother’s corpse stared back at him through the glass. Her clean white gown covered her decomposed skin and skeletal frame.

He now controlled of of the methamphetamine and fentanyl in Oklahoma, which was more than enough for a grand celebration.

Adam wasn’t sure if she was a ghost or a hallucination, but it didn’t matter. She was proud of who her little boy grew up to be.

He smiled and said, “I did it for you, mother.”