They call me Badge no middle name no last name just Badge!

I live in a world that has gone mad a place where everyone who has been left alive cheese has slipped off their cracker.

I may be the only sane man left on the planet earth.

The bar I’m sitting at is Banjo’s

Banjo bar is not much it’s just a front of a building with three windows in cased by brick.

A door that groans like the devil when you open it Beyond it is a cleaned up floor five black smoke damaged tables and a bar with red medal stools that are torn up patched with silver duck tape.

Banjo stands behind the bar

He is dressed in a dirty  apron his hair is waxed down with some sort of car oil

He smiles a dirty smile at me as I walk in.

I see my self in the big broken mirror behind Banjo

I look impressive some one who you don’t want on your bad side.

I’m tall about five nine I have a dirty fedora on my head that has a burned in scare on it that cuts my tattered hair line I have a beard that looks ruff

I’m wearing a shirt with a drawn air brushed tie that used to blink merry Christmas.

I’m wearing a pair of jeans that have one long leg one short leg that is just above my knee.

My shoes are a tennis shoe on the right and a black steeled toes boot on the left. I’m proud of them most people have missed matched flip flops

I even have a pair of glasses so what if there just frames. I found them in an old burnt out optometrist building

The door groans out like the devils growl as I walk in.

Banjo shouts out well if it is not badge come to shake us down again.

I never know why they call me Badge I do not have any law experience and do carry a badge

However it’s what everyone who is left calls me so I go with it.

I do have a wallet that has nothing in it. I pull it out open it and flash it at Banjo. I say just do your jobs Banjo get me a drink.

Banjo reaches down under the bar pulls out a have melted Dixie cup and an empty coke bottle with a cork in the top.