Outskirts Press, INC.

You can't get blood out of a turnip.

You can't get blood out of a turnip. Sam Phillips is a Repo-man who has to take a job as a Bill Collector after being shot and nearly killed. Everyone has an excuse for not paying their bills and Sam quickly realizes that having a desk job isn't all that it's cracked up to be. In a personal battle with alcohol, drugs and his own paranoia, he searches deep within his soul to find the answers. However, society, his infectious coworkers and the boss who hired them push him over the edge until he is forced with a decision that leads to an addiction far worse than he could have ever imagined.

CHAPTER 1--



I can’t say I liked my new job but it paid the bills. It was funny because that was my job, not paying bills but collecting on them. There are more dangerous occupations out there but none quite as stressful as being a bill collector. When asked to pay, most debtors will scream obscenities, or threaten violence and then cry harassment if you try to retaliate. The collection manager, Mr. Peterson didn’t offer much support either, he loved me when my numbers were high and resented me when they were below the industry standard. Not even the best bill collector can control or predict what the debtor is going to do. If one had that kind of power they could change the weather with just a simple thought.