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Jose Jones
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I walked up the steps to my apartment just now thinking, "I have just lived a perfect life in 10 minutes."
Last night, I deactivated the air raid siren that I usually use for an alarm clock during the week. I woke up less than an hour ago.
"Out of coffee! Damn. Well, riff, ya should have got some last night, thow some clothes on and get your ass to the Circle K. All right. I toss on yesterday's clothes and step out into a crisp morning that promises to deliver a day of perfect weather.
I walk past the dry-cleaning store where she works. She's probably 19 years old and is Playboy bunny pretty. Long straight stawberry blonde hair, a lovely set of breasts, virgin waist, friendly smile. She complimented me on my shades last time I picked-up some cleaning. I wondered if she would be working and see me walking by all bed-disheveled. Yep. There she is.
I cross a major intersection. Not much traffic. Cool.
I go into the convenience store and get a large coffee. At the counter as I am paying this couple walks in, a few years older than me.
"Where's the bathroom?" the woman asks the old man behind the counter and who reminds me Quasaemodo. It's outside around back. "Outside around back?" She's urgent. "Yes" says Quasaemodo. The man with the woman asks her, "Now what is it you need?" "A pack of Virginia Slims Lights!" she says, obviously impatient. "Huh?" "A PACK OF VIRGINIA SLIMS LIGHTS!"
He was definitely getting a taste of living under the gun, so after she left as he was shaking his head I said, "Don't worry man, she'll feel better when she gets back." He chuckled. "And be sure to watch her caffine intake." He busted out laughing, "Thanks, man," he said.
Walking home past the dry cleaning store there is little miss playboy bunny. So clean. So holsum. She's an english muffin with butter and orange marmalade. She's talking to one of her girlfriend co-workers, an attractive slice of lightly toasted white bread with grape jelly on her. The english muffin stops talking to the toast, smiles, and waves at me from across the parking lot. I raise my cup of coffee to her and smile, happy she noticed me.
I walked up the stairs to my apartment thinking, I just lived a perfect life in 10 minutes.
Know what I mean?
Last night, I deactivated the air raid siren that I usually use for an alarm clock during the week. I woke up less than an hour ago.
"Out of coffee! Damn. Well, riff, ya should have got some last night, thow some clothes on and get your ass to the Circle K. All right. I toss on yesterday's clothes and step out into a crisp morning that promises to deliver a day of perfect weather.
I walk past the dry-cleaning store where she works. She's probably 19 years old and is Playboy bunny pretty. Long straight stawberry blonde hair, a lovely set of breasts, virgin waist, friendly smile. She complimented me on my shades last time I picked-up some cleaning. I wondered if she would be working and see me walking by all bed-disheveled. Yep. There she is.
I cross a major intersection. Not much traffic. Cool.
I go into the convenience store and get a large coffee. At the counter as I am paying this couple walks in, a few years older than me.
"Where's the bathroom?" the woman asks the old man behind the counter and who reminds me Quasaemodo. It's outside around back. "Outside around back?" She's urgent. "Yes" says Quasaemodo. The man with the woman asks her, "Now what is it you need?" "A pack of Virginia Slims Lights!" she says, obviously impatient. "Huh?" "A PACK OF VIRGINIA SLIMS LIGHTS!"
He was definitely getting a taste of living under the gun, so after she left as he was shaking his head I said, "Don't worry man, she'll feel better when she gets back." He chuckled. "And be sure to watch her caffine intake." He busted out laughing, "Thanks, man," he said.
Walking home past the dry cleaning store there is little miss playboy bunny. So clean. So holsum. She's an english muffin with butter and orange marmalade. She's talking to one of her girlfriend co-workers, an attractive slice of lightly toasted white bread with grape jelly on her. The english muffin stops talking to the toast, smiles, and waves at me from across the parking lot. I raise my cup of coffee to her and smile, happy she noticed me.
I walked up the stairs to my apartment thinking, I just lived a perfect life in 10 minutes.
Know what I mean?
