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.