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Cigarettes 6/7/2007



I walked up to the store yesterday to get me a pack of smokes. I happened upon a young couple and their newborn baby. The man was handsome and in his mid-twenties...I'd say 26. The woman looked the same...slightly overweight due to the child.

The couple looked to be in love...it never lasts. I went to the store, bought my smokes and a bottle of dr. pepper. I walked outside and the couple had left. Later that night, I walked back up to the store for what I don't remember...I think for some gum. I saw the same man but with another woman. They were holding hands and making out. I took a picture with my camera phone. I overheard him tell the lady "what she don't know won't kill her". At this point I wondered where the married couple lived...I should pay a visit to the lovely young mother.



Chocolate chip muffins are awesome. Espescially fresh out of the oven. They are so warm and the chocolate chips just melt in your mouth...



I wandered down the road a little ways, forgetting about my gum. I peered in to a window and I recognized the young woman's face. I walked up to the house and knocked on the screen door. A polite voice replied with a "just a minute".

I exchanged the pleasentries of good neighborly conduct and she invited me in. We sat down and she offered me some hot tea.

After having a pleasent visit, I told her that I didn't mean to intrude, but I thought she should know what her husband was up to. I showed the woman the photograph. She was not pleased. She said thanks for my help and a minute later I politely left.

I returned home, but I was restless. I wondered what had happened to the beautiful young lady, and her cheating husband. I left my home and walked up the road towards their house. It was dark, but I walked along anyways.

I heard someone muffle a help me. I had no idea where it was coming from, so I walked towards the sound. Again a muffled help me caught my ear. It was a man's voice.

I looked down and there was the young lad who had been cheating on his wife. There was no one around so I knealt down and asked him what had happened. Apparently after his wife found out she had confronted him about it. Of course, like most men do when they are caught they lie. Oh but I was proud of the young mother...she didn't believe him. He soon confessed.

The man had trouble breathing...i asked him why...the young woman had shot him in the abdomen. If he didn't get help soon he might die...or so he thought. He cried a desperate help me, and if that wasn't enough he tried to coax me into helping him by telling me I was very pretty.

I was slightly amused but I heard someone coming. I ran and hid in the bushes to see what was going to happen. The young woman had returned to see how here ex lover was fairing. The man called her a stupid cunt and a whore as she just stood there staring at him. Minutes passed and the woman remained silent while the man continued to call her names and then began to plead with her.

Just then, the woman smiled. It wasn't a caring smile though...I looked on as she told him to rot in hell and pulled out her gun. She hesitated, but eventually pulled the trigger.

Lights began to come on as the shot rang out. the woman ran and so did I.

The next day I walked by her house. I peered in the window to see her watching tv. I walked up to the door and knocked. The same polite "just a minute" came from her mouth. She opened the door and smiled, and I gave her a nod and a smile back.

The tea was wonderful that day...so where the muffins made of chocolate and chocolate chips....

indeed i thought i would give you a little taste of what goes on in my mind. i call this "coffee" enjoy...



6/7/2007 Coffee



I was sitting in the park the other day. Coffee in one hand, regular not decaf, with a hint of French vanilla and hazelnut creams…and vanilla flavored soy milk. That’s right I get my coffee from home…not your stupid Starbuck’s. (although I quite like Starbuck’s….in my mind though because honestly I’ve never had any).

Such a brilliantly beautiful sunny day…oh there goes Burt the homeless man let’s wave and say hi to Burt. Well that wasn’t nice Burt…he just flipped me the naughty finger…well fuck you too Burt see if I give you a taste of my sandwich.

Ah yes my brilliantly homemade sub sandwich. Turkey, ham, bacon, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and some mayo wrapped inside a delicious sub bun. Yeah.

As I sit here in this park enjoying my delicious coffee and wonderful sandwich, I notice a small group of high school students sitting on the bench in front me. They were the preppy kids. Ah well, as long as they don’t come fuck with me everything will be ok.

I here one girl bitch about receiving an A- on a test while another proclaims her undying love to the hot-shot jock whose lap she is sitting upon. They look my way and giggle and poke fun. I sit here eating my sandwich and drinking my coffee…waiting.

Did you ever notice how much darker the trees look when a thunder storm is near…. I’ve always wondered how they do that. Is it the trees themselves that turn darker, or is it the sky that makes the trees look they are getting darker.

A few minutes pass and my sandwich is done, but I sit and enjoy my coffee delighted at the stupidity and naivety of those young souls. The girl sitting on the young boy’s lap says yes to sex later tonight, claiming that he will be her first and that it will be special. He says the same, and I giggle to myself knowing that what they say is nothing but lies. Why just yesterday I saw both the boy and girl at separate times with different people claiming the same lies about first love and being special. I bet someday both will develop an STD of some sort and blame it all on the media and how it makes sex look cool.

They glance my way again, but to my amusement they suddenly look terrified. Oh, its just Burt again and his friend Fred. I guess they’re hungry or they need money. Burt and Fred move their way to the sidewalk between the high schoolers and I. I hear the girl on the boy’s lap make some stupid remark about Burt’s fashion sense…I guess rag-like clothing is no longer in for homeless people.

I think this upsets Burt because he shouts at the young girl. I giggle. Soon the young boy’s are up and shouting at Burt and Fred. This does not please me, however it amuses me because I know what happens to smart-mouthed little boys and girls that mess with Burt and Fred.

Well would you look at that I spilled coffee on my work shirt. I’ll surely have to go get a new shirt before work.

I arrive back at the park to where I had enjoyed my coffee and sandwich no more then ten minutes later. Fred looked nice in his new fur coat. Burt was enjoying the liquor he bought. Apparently he just happened upon some money that day. I see the girl that was once sitting on the boy’s lap huddled on the ground. The other three hooligans were gone, perhaps they ran home to dear old mom and dad…perhaps.

She bellowed out help me as I walked past. I knelt at her side and asked her why. She apparently got angry at my question and cursed at me with the f word saying that I was crazy. I asked her where her friends were and she told me that they were getting help. I simply implied that if they were getting help, someone would have stayed with her. She replied with a rude remark and said they’d be back soon.

So I did what anyone would do…I sat down on my park bench and lit up a cigarette and waited with her. Ten minutes had passed and still no one showed. She had found her cell phone on the ground behind their bench and frantically dialed her friends’ numbers. No one answered, and still no one came.

I asked her why she just simply didn’t go on home, I knew she didn’t live far, maybe ten minutes at the most. She replied simply that she was just going to wait for her friends. Did she really believe that someone was going to save her? Friends maybe…ha ha but oh no those dear friends didn’t care. No one cared.

Another five minutes passed and I could tell that she was frightened. Out of sheer disappointment I asked if I could give her a ride home. She simply said no, I don’t need you. Ok then, my helping her out was done. Still, I continued to watch, waiting for what may happen next.

I could not believe that she was dumb enough to just sit there waiting for someone else to solve her problems. I glanced down the sidewalk at Burt and Fred, and both were drunk and happy. They knew what they wanted, and they got it without waiting for someone else to solve their problems.

It’s late now, no one has come for the girl. She didn’t bother walking home either. I light another cigarette and enjoy the sounds of the crickets chirping and people fighting. I look at the young girl, she shivers as she looks back. A man walks up behind her now, he cannot rob her but I think he wants something else.

He covers her mouth and lifts her up with one swift movement and carries her away behind some bushes. Oh well would you look at that…Burt has found himself a puppy I want to go pet it.

That puppy was so adorable. I think I will return to my bench and have one last smoke before I go home. I don’t see or hear anything from the girl. She should have went home when she had the chance. I don’t care who you are, no one is going to save you from your problems except yourself. Too bad she didn’t know that. If she’s still alive, I wonder if she’ll remember not to put too much faith in fake people. They’re all the same. Always wanting someone to rescue them, but can never really rescue themselves.

Ah, that cigarette was good…I wonder if Red Dwarf is still on?