Typical story on a typical night.
The day was dark, and cold, the trees were bare, and the streets were empty. It was the kind of day that most people felt alone just being outside. This place, also known as Hevanah, was the type of place most city folk stayed away from. Well, I can’t say all city folk.
Jimmy, was just coming back into town when the storm finally hit.
Thunder filled the air, and the street began to shake. His small moped, couldn’t handle the wind as it poured in from the North East. He quickly pulled the small bike over and decided to walk home from there. It was probably the best Idea, but not a great one. At that point Jimmy was the only one out side, walking in the pouring rain. His clothes completely soaked, and yet he felt fine. The thunder continued to pour down, and Jimmy was still 3 blocks from his house when he was finally hit. Not by the continued amounts of rain upon his head, not by the lighting that scared him off of his moped, but by the god damn woman he called a wife.
“Where the fuck were you?”
“.um.. OWWEEE! What I do?”
“I caught, you Fucker, your shits outside!”
Just then, Jimmy looked up and saw his things. Everything was soaked, ruined, and turned to trash. Jimmy sulkily looked up, stood his ground, and said ”Fuck it.” He turned around, walked back to his moped and drove off never even looking back. Just thinking to himself, “Thats the shit I get for …”
Podcast: Play in new window | Download