Questions, and Answers (Intro)
Why did I take the job?
Because I needed money.
Why did you get into that suit?
That was my job.
Why did you investigate, don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?
Yes, but it also saved a cat numerous times.
What was it?
I ran through these questions in my head, thinking "Where did I go wrong?"
I know I wouldn't get an answer, but I still wanted to think I would.
Where do I start?
No, that's not the question.
Where do I begin?
No, you don't want to tell this tale.
My mind tells me. This time, I will have the answer.
Yes, I do, now that I have a reason.
A Job (Chapter One)
12:38 PM. Closed Date.
Willing to do anything, would prefer pay of $10 per hour, or higher. Willing to do manual labor. Suffers no allergies, and willing to work with children. Can be part-time, or full. If interested, please call 1-***-***-****.
Brown eyes looked over the poster, with browner hair in tow. I looked over my work, satisfyingly, hoping something would respond. I was most definitely in need of money, I was a month behind in rent, and needed to pay up. The landlord was most definitely angry... So I didn't want anything to do with him.
I grabbed my bike, and peddled home.
I got into the loop after a few days, forgetting about the flyers I put up. I went to bars, clubs, anywhere where I could mingle. I was trying to re-contact humanity. It never went well.
I went home high, needing a taxi to drive me everywhere. At home I threw up, and started to sleep. Again. The same thing over and over, the same constant, never breaking current I was thrown into.
Until my parents stopped lending me money. So I made that poster. Lucky or not, I needed a job. Or win the lottery... I hope for the latter.
My shitty abode.
Whatever I feel like calling it at the time, it doesn't change that I live in a crappy apartment on the... Shady side of town. So when I got there, I just turned on my parent's old TV, and prayed for a response.
I started to count things in my head, bored out of my mind. I feel like taking a nap.
Things I Need to Do
1. Get a job
2. Get a better apartment
3. Stop getting high
4. Get a gi\___
I had fallen asleep.
3:45 PM. Closed Date.
I gently opened my eyes, and searched for the phone in my dazed state. I found it, and looked at messages.
There was only one.
And the caller ID was "Disney".
Written by CrazyWords