One Winter Morning

Yes, I remember that morning. That freezing, icy winter morning. I woke up sprawled across my lounge-room floor, slowly forcing my eyes to open. Upon the dreaded realisation that the demesne hadn?t changed, I thought ?Damn. Life sucks.? Slowly uprising from the carpet, I checked my clock ? which told me that it had been 48 hours since I had been blast from work. My girlfriend, on hearing this news, had taken all my remaining bullion and zipped off with my oldtimer. So here I was in Hammerley, my dwelling house town, with 6 long time to stool out of my apartment (3 days until rent was due, 2 days until landlord finds out, 1 day for him to swallow yelling at me and kick me out of the flat). All because of my boss ? god I hate him so much. He caused my action to go from being moderately good to utter sewerage. My notecase was worth ten bucks in total, I was about to get thrown on the street and my fridge was empty. There was null I could do about the first two problems, entirely I was starving ? so I decided to signal off to the supermarket with my last ten dollars ? a journey I would never complete.

I trudged along the snow-covered street on the 300-metre journey from my house to the supermarket.



Children were frolicking in the snow like small fairies in a picture book. I hate fairies. What confine those kids done that gives them the right to have a better smell than me? I wish their mums suddenly said to their dads ?Honey ? stuff the kids!? and threw the little bastards into the gutter. That would teach them good.

I stuck a cigarette in my mouth as I walked, eyeing off...

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