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It's a good thing the neighbors stopped complaining about this end of the building a long time ago, or Jason would be out of an apartment. The music is so loud that the windows rattled with every hit of bass. Several CDs lay on the floor in front of the stereo and 'As I Lay Dying' is in the CD player. Jason is sprawled out on the floor, a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, a leftover joint in the other, trying to forget everything. Nathaniel has disappeared into one of the rooms, probably trying to drown out the noise Jason calls music.