Black Friday Doldrummery
The soft music of HIM "Wings of a Butterfly" sways over the speakers as our tragic hero types away his life on this Black Friday. Still full from the breakfast/lunch made of leftovers from the bountiful meal of the day prior. He meditates over the past weeks events as he types and realizes that none of them would be worth sharing, for who would be there to read them? He thinks about work, the Disturbed concert, the football games, the bar, and the upcoming Clutch and Mudvayne shows which should be good. He ponders his paycheck, still not even close to what he needs.
He shifts in the chair and remembers the drive from the Druid's house to Sterling Heights, and the multiple scares he had while driving in the sudden snow storm. Curbing the car fucking up the alignment, almost ditching the car several times and sliding over the roads at 15mph. He is glad that God guided him home safely. His family might have been upset about the car being wrecked.
But times have been happier for him. The girl, Kristi... that he met. He likes her very much, and she likes him - to at least some degree of interest. He would like to try to get her, and wonders what it would take. And his former love, Dawn, had met up with him online and spoke briefly to him. It was good to hear from her again and makes him smile. He wishes he could spend some more time up in the Davison area, hanging out with his friends, especially Kristi. He would very much like to kiss her again. He smiles as his heart seems to flutter.
"I really don't think I'd mind falling in love with her." He says to himself with a smirk of accomplishment, knowing that kissing her is like trying to steal from fort knox. Brushing off the cold of the winter, and cozying up to the warm neon glow of the computer with a bottle of wine in hand and drifts off into this dangerous wonderland.
Remeber, you're a wreck. An accident. Forget the freak, you're just nature.
~ Jacob Cross
He shifts in the chair and remembers the drive from the Druid's house to Sterling Heights, and the multiple scares he had while driving in the sudden snow storm. Curbing the car fucking up the alignment, almost ditching the car several times and sliding over the roads at 15mph. He is glad that God guided him home safely. His family might have been upset about the car being wrecked.
But times have been happier for him. The girl, Kristi... that he met. He likes her very much, and she likes him - to at least some degree of interest. He would like to try to get her, and wonders what it would take. And his former love, Dawn, had met up with him online and spoke briefly to him. It was good to hear from her again and makes him smile. He wishes he could spend some more time up in the Davison area, hanging out with his friends, especially Kristi. He would very much like to kiss her again. He smiles as his heart seems to flutter.
"I really don't think I'd mind falling in love with her." He says to himself with a smirk of accomplishment, knowing that kissing her is like trying to steal from fort knox. Brushing off the cold of the winter, and cozying up to the warm neon glow of the computer with a bottle of wine in hand and drifts off into this dangerous wonderland.
Remeber, you're a wreck. An accident. Forget the freak, you're just nature.
~ Jacob Cross