The Burning

I had heard noises outside and saw light bounce off neighboring buildings. I have become slightly fascinated with sitting at my window and observing the little things that happen outside, after all staring through the window is what got me interested in that women I saw recently and other places like the bars just make you want to pity those who go in them looking for something that doesn't exist there like a level headed young women wearing a red dress and blue boots. I felt the urge to go out for a run and so I did. I jogged through the shanty town down the back street and turned onto Navajo road. As I jogged I took time to observe everything and I even saw an aesthetically pleasing women near Jorri Rae's diner. I contemplated stopping to start walking as I neared her, I did. I wonder why she had been there or rather if she had been there with anyone. I crossed the streets and noticed that I was in a mild sweat, but not sweating enough to be repulsive to anyone. After walking up to her It was clear that she was pretty but then again I hadn't paid enough attention to the women around to compare her with. I introduced myself. She had a sorta suprised look on her face as though I wouldn't normally talk to her. She politely responded and I invited her to sit down with me in the diner near a window. I prefer a window seat in diners, it's kinda a given really when you go to a diner. Things were going smoothly I asked if she wanted to walk and talk with me the diner scene got to typical for me. Lauryn said yes and so we left and crossed Mercy Road onto the other side and were chatting. I asked her what was there to do around here and before I could get an answer my attention was diverted to the very origin from which the light had bounced across the walls earlier. I asked if she wanted to check it out.

Foul Play meets Spacey Macy

The day was uninterestingly beautiful with a gust of familiarity. I awoke wondering what I would do today after all the government might not have paid for my apartment forever and so I assumed It was time to find a job, you know integrate myself within the realm of the peculiar and nice. Although the peculiar and nice in some people go hand in hand well that was a chance I would have to take; where's the paper? I reached for it near the window sill only to have my eye captured by a small object moving across the ground near some lady's feet. The lady had interesting shoes, maybe I should get new boots. I mean after all you can never have too many shoes. The old ones wear out in time...ha, that lady is making a run for it towards by the looks of it the library. I left the lobby trying to hide my obvious curiosity in seeing the chicken and the lady after all I'm strapping which would make meeting the mysterious lady and even her bird friend inevitable. I walk into the library half expecting her to see me and immediately take to me, but noticed that she was out of breath so being the gentleman I walked by her slowly and asked her if she had been okay.

The Handle

It had been a long satisfying day and I finally get home and am too tired to fix anything so I contemplate taking a shower before bed. I shall, considering I have the luxury of doing so, because after all my brothers would jump at the opportunity to get some quiet, alone time and a decent hot shower. And so I went to turn the shower handle... It took me back to when turned the handle and I walked in on the commanding generals planning something strange by the looks of it. Their faces looked as though they had been caught by their parents watching that movie they were not supposed to. I tried not to notice the blueprints, maps and poorly discarded abused alcohol lying around, but before I could retract my eyes I was pulled in and sat down and told that I hadn't seen anything, they were so worried by the looks of their shifty eyes that they had arranged for me this scandal that allowed me to look like an epic hero. It involved some role playing by my fellow soldiers, I was worried that someone would find out that I hadn't gained all of my medals through honor and achievement but lies and cover-ups. They threatened to have my previous accomplishments stripped from me if I told anyone that I had saw them plotting to use U.S man power for things other than protecting foreign quarters. Honestly It did not matter I was honorably discharged with a medal and at the Wilshire Tower hotel before I knew It.

Deluge

As I stared out the store front window I couldn't help but notice that the rain dropped as if it had an agenda of flooding whatever isolated plant life that remained out of existence. I acquired my steaks and hesitantly exited as if the rain would completely pass if I gave if a few more seconds of havoc. It didn't.... and so I knew it would be awhile and so I decided to just depart from the warm confines of Styx's Meat out into the town where people seemed to act as evanescent as the air above a pot of noodles boiling on a stove. As I approach the entrance to my current apartment building I heard music playing that took me back to my childhood of running around an amusement park with my brother and so I briskly walked in to the front lobby and asked Mr. McHale if he'd hold onto my steaks until I returned and I'm guessing he being himself felt obliged to do me this service and he said as I was exiting, "Allow not nature more than nature needs", so I walked down to the amusement park near the theater and noticed nothing out at the circus and I obviously should have guess this considering the weather. I also should have guessed this outcome by what Hannity was referring to earlier when I left him. So..on my way back to The Wilshire I also noticed Sgt. Statone being an upstanding officer as he was pestering some poor fellow who had a lemonade cart.

Hello Mr. Gorlomi

Something was missing from the refrigerator I usually always keep their, "milk check, cheese check, orange juice check, butter check, check, check, check, all different sorts of bread, what could it be, " I wonder what I'll have for dinner tonight, hmm, let's see I've got rice, rolls some cheese I'll eat no matter what because I've put it off long enough. My stomach started to speak and didn't seemed to be silenced by the thought of just those food groups. Steak, I thought and just then my stomach went silent at the thought of two steaks that would separate at the shear touch of a knife and fork. Steaks it was, after all, I did notice Styx Meats when I first arrived thanks to all the foot traffic in and out of there. But there was only one problem, that idiot rain outside the warmth of my apartment that would incessantly tap anyone on the shoulder when they didn't want to be bothered, like that kid you hoped didn't see you because you knew he or she was insufferable always, especially on your best day. Well It'll all be worth it I suppose. In an instant I was out the door an outside the apartment building so expedient in nature that I almost forgot why I was out in the first place. Ah, steak, just the image of these two filling slabs of comfort was enough to get me going again and out to the butcher's. I arrived half expecting a line, but unfortunately there wasn't one. I caught a glimpse of the butcher analyzing his fingertips, hopefully, not to find some bacteria and or dirt left there on his hands from not washing them.

Butcher Of Meat Meets The Butcher Men

I opened my eyes with a thin line of sun light laying across the top of me diagonally. I turned halfway to opened my drawer next to my bed dressed in dark red silk sheets to check and see if my snow white commando aitor knife was still in tact, but mostly to give it some attention as if it cared. That friend got me out of some jams a year ago so I figured it deserved a brief and daily glance over. I sat up slightly hunched over and scratched my face listening to the the facial hair brushing against my fingernails. I stretched my toes, arms and full back. I stood and then immediately dropped to push-up position to wake my body up it was a daily ritual. I cleaned up and turned on the television and peered at the back wall inside the refrigerator; I grabbed a bowl yogurt from last night and two peaches and that was breakfast and a good meal it was. I mentally thanked the young women that brought it over and looked at my list of objectives for the day. I needed more meat and reading material clothing would be nice, but I don't need it at the moment. First things first, food.

Logan Snow

"Top Of the mornin to ya Mr. Snow;we're glad to have you at Wilshire Tower after all It's not everyday we get such a prominent war veteran to stay at Wilshire Tower" says Mr. McHale. "Morning, is my room ready Mr. McHale?" says Logan."Ah, no need to call me by my father's name, feel free to call me Hannity son. "Okay sure, keys?" says Logan. "Here you go, got them right here, room number 666" says Mr. McHale. "Thanks" well I'll be on my way. I took the elevator up to the floor below my room and walk down the hall towards the stairs just for mere observation and to my suprise I saw knowone around. Surely we all expect to see someone fumbling with their keys at their door or atleast entering the hall even if we may or may not speak to them, but atleast the oppurtunity would have been there. Well, here we are, room number 666; well aren't I lucky. I opened the door and immediately scanned the walls and windows and everything in between from the door and continued in to find a place to drop my keys seeing as though I'd be here for some time. My arms were a bit stressed after having carried my bags from that lovely smelling bus stop three blocks away. You think It wouldn't have felt like much to walk the distance carrying about ninety five pounds of my belongings; maybe it was the pumaling my olfactory sense had taken in this unknown and untraveled town that left me unable to feel like my typical physical self. Maybe the stinches were at fault for the wavering sense I got all the way here. At any rate, this room seemed to smell calm; no smells were protruding at me. The room didn't seem like it had been recently showered with disinfectants and fragrences, it was nice still. I've got a television, some furniture and a standard amount of neccessities. After I finish unpacking my things I think I deserve a good afternoon nap. Hmm, now where are do I want these pendants.