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I started writing this, but lost the inspiration, I guess.
It's purely fictional.
The sun was setting over the parking lot of the Seven Eleven
while David sat on the back of his car. Two or three hours had passed
since he first pulled into the lot. A couple of the customers had thought his car
had broken down. One of the employees even came out to ask him if he needed
a jump. David gave no answer, just sitting there staring off ito space. But no,
that wasn't why David was hanging around the parking lot. The customers didn't
know that. The employees didn't know that. David, himself, didn't even know that.
Earlier that day, David had gotten out of bed late. Late is an
under-statement, David had been getting out of bed late for a little over a
week now. Today, this day, David crawled out of bed hours later than the time
he has been getting up. He just didn't want to be awake this day. He didn't
even feel like showering today. He went straight to the cabinet for a bowl
and cereal. After over filling the bowl with cereal, he opened the refrigerator
to get the milk out. By accident, he left the frige's door open and milk out.
This day just wasn't starting out good for him.
By the time David finnished his breakfast he was already trying to
find a way to get out of the house. It seemed he had lost his car keys. He
was looking all over his room for them. He was trying to find the pants he wore
yesterday so he could see if he left them in there. Not to his suprise, he was
wearing the same pants and, of course, his keys were in the left front pocket.
He headed out to his car, where he expected to find it in the driveway
parked there from the night before. No, is car wasn't in the driveway. It was off
to the side of the drive way in the lawn. The mailbox was knocked over and his
mother's flowers drove through. He did't care. The last thing on his mind was
to worry about his mother's flowers.
He climbed into his car and attempted to roll the window up, but it
appeared the window was broken out. What do you expect from a bunch of kids who
don't know how to hold thier liquor with a twelve pack of whatever name beer they
could get some middle aged man looking to score some young friends by buying them
alcohol, could get them. Along with the broken window, the car hand numberous dents
and dings along with multiple scratches. Scratches would be a moderate term. The
car looked to have been shit faced and hung over almost as much as the kids riding
along in it, if it were possible.
After a few attempts to start the car, David was off down the road to
gather his friends to go off on another day of stupid, mind numbing joy rides. David
was quickly disappointed when he learned that his friends were cancelling on the
night that would surely put them past the point of alcohol poisoning. Disappointed
isn't the word to use to describe the way David was feeling. He was downright pissed.
The was he acted is a common way most alcoholics act when they are confronted about
their drinking. The elderly church workers walking past the home of his friend, where
they were all residing at the time, were quite appalled when they heard the shouts
from inside, followed by David slamming the front door as he came out and into his car.
David's car was having more trouble starting than before. He finally started
it and took off to the Seven Eleven to see if he could find that right middle aged men
to join him in a night of drinking. He pulled up to the station and got out. He sat up
on the back of the car and waited around for someone to come around. David hadn't realized
that it was two in the afternoon on a Tuesday. Most were at work or school. David was 18.
That year in between leaving school and finding something to do with yourself. At the
time, David was looking into architecture, but by now his idea of future didn't
have much to do with that at all.
It's purely fictional.
The sun was setting over the parking lot of the Seven Eleven
while David sat on the back of his car. Two or three hours had passed
since he first pulled into the lot. A couple of the customers had thought his car
had broken down. One of the employees even came out to ask him if he needed
a jump. David gave no answer, just sitting there staring off ito space. But no,
that wasn't why David was hanging around the parking lot. The customers didn't
know that. The employees didn't know that. David, himself, didn't even know that.
Earlier that day, David had gotten out of bed late. Late is an
under-statement, David had been getting out of bed late for a little over a
week now. Today, this day, David crawled out of bed hours later than the time
he has been getting up. He just didn't want to be awake this day. He didn't
even feel like showering today. He went straight to the cabinet for a bowl
and cereal. After over filling the bowl with cereal, he opened the refrigerator
to get the milk out. By accident, he left the frige's door open and milk out.
This day just wasn't starting out good for him.
By the time David finnished his breakfast he was already trying to
find a way to get out of the house. It seemed he had lost his car keys. He
was looking all over his room for them. He was trying to find the pants he wore
yesterday so he could see if he left them in there. Not to his suprise, he was
wearing the same pants and, of course, his keys were in the left front pocket.
He headed out to his car, where he expected to find it in the driveway
parked there from the night before. No, is car wasn't in the driveway. It was off
to the side of the drive way in the lawn. The mailbox was knocked over and his
mother's flowers drove through. He did't care. The last thing on his mind was
to worry about his mother's flowers.
He climbed into his car and attempted to roll the window up, but it
appeared the window was broken out. What do you expect from a bunch of kids who
don't know how to hold thier liquor with a twelve pack of whatever name beer they
could get some middle aged man looking to score some young friends by buying them
alcohol, could get them. Along with the broken window, the car hand numberous dents
and dings along with multiple scratches. Scratches would be a moderate term. The
car looked to have been shit faced and hung over almost as much as the kids riding
along in it, if it were possible.
After a few attempts to start the car, David was off down the road to
gather his friends to go off on another day of stupid, mind numbing joy rides. David
was quickly disappointed when he learned that his friends were cancelling on the
night that would surely put them past the point of alcohol poisoning. Disappointed
isn't the word to use to describe the way David was feeling. He was downright pissed.
The was he acted is a common way most alcoholics act when they are confronted about
their drinking. The elderly church workers walking past the home of his friend, where
they were all residing at the time, were quite appalled when they heard the shouts
from inside, followed by David slamming the front door as he came out and into his car.
David's car was having more trouble starting than before. He finally started
it and took off to the Seven Eleven to see if he could find that right middle aged men
to join him in a night of drinking. He pulled up to the station and got out. He sat up
on the back of the car and waited around for someone to come around. David hadn't realized
that it was two in the afternoon on a Tuesday. Most were at work or school. David was 18.
That year in between leaving school and finding something to do with yourself. At the
time, David was looking into architecture, but by now his idea of future didn't
have much to do with that at all.