Smell the breeze

Snap, click, thump, goes the twigs and leaves underneath my sore feet. I look around me and see the shadows of huge,great,amazing,pine trees. I love the smell of pine, it reminds me of my old boyfriend, from back at home, before i had to leave. But I realize that there is something else in the air too. I strain my eyes and look around for the source of the smell, only to realize that the woods are a dark, thick, pitch, black now. The quite hum of the city, and the static of everyone going along with their little daily lives has died down almost to a complete silence. All of a sudden I realize that i recognize the intruding smell. The smell of warm breakfasts and of celebratory afternoons. The smell of doughnuts. I carefully make my way out of the forest and into the once busy streets of Finch Pointe. The mist is rising but is still very prominent and thick, blocking my veiw to a few feet in front of me, it doesn't help that the power is out in the whole city except for the doughnut shop. I see a shadow of a character appear in my field of vision. He is going to kill you. The voices say."NO!" I scream out loud to no one in particular. The voices, they aren't real, not real, not real, not real. I say to myself over and over again, clenching my eyes shut. All of a sudden I feel a firm grip on my shoulder and slowly open my eyes and turn to face them. "You okay?" they say. I see who it is better now, its just Vivian Johnson, my old housemate. We talk some and I invite him to the doughnut shop for some coffee and doughnuts. "My treat" I tell him.

Crunch

As  I am crunching on my Cheetos and walking down the sidewalk, I peer down between bites and clomp down the little path that goes between "Whatchawant"  and my apartments in my worn boots that are beginning to get holes on the toes. The pathway is still there because people walk on it, its not paved over or anything, further down the pathway and see a couple of little kids playing basketball. I never liked basket ball, since i towered tall at a total of 5'11", everyone asked if i played basketball. I did play basketball once, I was great at it, but I didn't like it. Back in 5th grade, all the kids love basketball, when you had free time, what would you do? Play basketball! it was always basketball this,basketball that. I shuffle my feet down the pathway into the woods...

Apply

I need a legit job, instead of what I have been doing. I think I will apply for a job somewhere, definitely not Blatitatat, that is just the stupidest name i have ever heard for a tattoo parlor for one, and if I was a tattoo artist, I would definitely NOT do those crappy ugly looking cheesy ones. If I were a tattoo artist, I would give Sawleah, a sweet girl I met one night at the club,  a swan, she is a beautiful girl  who dances at the local dance studio. Maybe I will apply for a job at the continence store "whatcha want". I walked into the store and find the usual high pitched "Hey, how are you Sam?"  I grab my hot cheetos and Dr.Pepper and ask him about applying for a job.