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.