Superstar

"Crap, its raining" i think to my self before i decide to roll over and go back to sleep. I stretch and wake once more around 1:00. I stumble over some shit on the floor and over to my little foggy apartment window. Looks like a nice day, I like this hot steamy humid weather, it reminds me of when I was small and we used to go to the beach and I would hunt for hermit crabs and build huts for them to live in. Then we would go out for pizza, then bowling(I always hated bowling though, its so lame).Those were the days when things were simpler and more innocent, the good 'ole days. I see something out of the corner of my eye and realize that its a limo, probably one of those snobby, nose-in-the air celebrities. that would be funny if it got stuck in the round about like the Piggly Wiggly truck did a few days ago. Unfortunately it doesn't, and pulls into Queens Place without fail. A very well protected figure surrounded by body guards gets out of the van and walks into queens place. It looked like it may have been Eminem. I take the other stairwell this time and start walking to the doughnut shop. I pass someone walking down the sidewalk of Is that him? wait! I know that person, my old childhood friend OJ Smith! I stop on the sidewalk and catch up a little and we exchange numbers and plan to meet again soon.

KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Woosh. Ka-boom. The food trailer roars up in flames causing complete and utter chaos down below. Causing the trailer workers to run from the trailer. One thing leads to the next like dominoes, setting fire to the place where the some guy is failing epicly at saving his bootleg liquor he was selling when they too, go up in flames. I witness all of this outside my window. "Damn, I wanted to buy some of that" I thought to myself. I walk down the steps of my apartment and trip down the other half stairs and crash to the bottom. Huh, that's weird, I thought I had an amazing balance, "something is different about today" I head someone whisper in my ear. Looking around the stairwell, I find that I am completely alone besides the grafitti and gum on the walls. Shit shit shit shit shitttttt!!!!!! I run out from the stairwell glancing behind me and then WHAMO! I run straight into a hard concrete wall. I could have sworn that  I saw something, it went by too quickly to tell though. Chills quickly pass through me as I exit the apartment building. I find myself zoning out while walking down the sidewalk of black avenue to the local convenience store whatcha want. "hey! whats up
Sam!" Richard greets me as usual and I grab my regular Cheetos and Dr. Pepper. "You will never belive what just happened..." I start telling him.

Dumpster diving

I hear voices. They are all around me. I hear screaming, laughter, and bad music. I can hear the voices again. No, not right now, not here. I jolt awake and look around me to realize that I am in the middle of the woods inside the little hut I built. Groggy headed, I stumble towards the source of the noise, pull a ratty torn sweatshirt that i found on top of my tee, then do a quick pocket check of my jeans before I continue. Wallet, check; phone, check; knife, check. I can’t remember what happened last night, walking aimlessly, I almost run into this weird grungy looking guy digging through the dumpster behind the apartments holding a sketchy brown bag. Automatically, I my hand clenches my knife in my pocket, you never know what can happen. Just like the voices say to me.  The man grumbles something under his breath which I think was “damn where is….I think…no it cant….maybe…” and chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. Then I slowly release my grip on my knife and slunk over towards the source of the chaos. It looks like a carnival, I better go check it out to make sure I'm not hallucinating again. It turns out it is real, so with nothing better to do, not much of a carnival if you ask me, but whatever.
 I turn into the carnival, realizing that there is a crazy chaos of a place. I like it, suits this town if you ask me. I go and walk around seeing many things like cheap-as-hell roller coasters, and game booths, clowns and Ferris wheels. I decide to go on the Ferris wheel, well even though the voices tell me not to, I do anyways. I should have listened to the voices. Why should have I? well, because this stupid fucking Ferris wheel decides to just stop right before the platform to get off, great, now I'm stuck here for what. another 15 minutes? Hah, i don't think so. Pulling out my knife, i pop off the cheap shit of a lock and hop out and head home. I exit through the gates after much trouble of finding them.