Sam’s head was pounding. It had been for the last week. Most of what he remembered was drinking too much liquor and most of it in his hotel room by himself. He had come to Gardium because the planet was the playground for the rich, a group he now belonged to. Family money had come to him. He had been pretty sure the family didn’t have any, but when the news hit he was still alive, he found out that he was his father’s beneficiary. So instead of being a total ass about it, he quit work and took up the family business. He spent two months trying to get everything straightened away, fixing the mess his brother had left. Then, when done, melancholy had toppled down and almost crushed him. He knew that most people would say he was depressed, but he wasn’t. Not really. He was lonely. The two people he loved the most in the world were no longer a part of his life. It was his own damn fault they were gone, but he couldn’t allow them to deal with the shit that always seemed to follow him around.
