JUNE 02, 2009

JUNE 02, 2009

I sat there on the stairs of my fire escape, which was cluttered with my all kitchen's cleaning supplies from under the sink; that was keeping me company for the last hour and a half, while I was on the phone with a friend. I crossed my legs, to keep my full bladder from spewing out of my genitalia. I took another pull off my snow white Marlboro light cigarette. I exhaled and smiled. 'Everything is back to normal again.' I thought to myself. It's funny I was doing the same exact fucking thing last summer. I took a giant swig off my golden Corona light, to finish it off finally. I placed it beside the other three I had finished during my conversation over the phone with my friend. My friend, that's a funny term. A friendship that has been terminated and rebuilt on multiple occasions. I took another deep pull of my cigarette, flicked the ashes, and watching in a marveling suspense as they drifted and glided in the cool morning summer air. I feel really good right now. I uncrossed my legs. 'It's five in the morning again, and I'm not tired. I'm sure I will be later today. I should get some sleep,' I thought to myself as I looked at the time on my cellphone. I crossed my legs again. I took the last drag from my cigarette, and flicked it into my superintendent's backyard, gazed at it as it hit the ground and the cherry turned into fireworks upon impact, filled with burnt orange pigment. I smiled, opened my apartment window and delinquently walked through my window into my empty kitchen.

FIN.