GMP
04-23-2004, 10:29 PM
A couple things-
1- I'll do this a little at a time, not all at once.
2- I'm doing this for the hell of it.
2.B- I'm bored to death :p
3- If you haven't picked up a copy of The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Doug Adams then do so! Three chapters an I can't put it down :D
Chapter 1- Drugs, Questions, and Cleaning Solvent
Spinning...Whirling...Dizzy.....Pain.
Alex Jefferson woke with sharp pains of stomach, with second helpings of falling out of bed.
"Auhhh....." he mumbled to himself, whilst tasting the scent of a freshly vacuumed carpet, no doubt the maid's doing.
Somehow he got his feet into the proper positions and made it to the bathroom, opened a medicine cabinet, and took out a bottle of pills in an unmarked box. You see, our Alex was a tad bit of a druggie. He would inhale cocaine like a 3 year-old downing his first soda, and then equal that amount with painkillers. He be out until 3 A.M, until he staggered back into the room (usually with a woman) and the hangover feelings disappeared. And with said woman, $50 poorer.
However, seeing as his penthouse suite need furniture, food, etc. He needed to stumble off to work, whilst not looking half-dead so the Manager would not fire him, forcing him to find a new job to support himself and his crack. Which of cost him around $250 monthly. He was able to get it cheap from an old friend of his, a pusher who flunked pre-school (which, in his case, was possible). Flunked Middle School, then lived by living off the streets selling his merchandise.
Now Alex is really a good guy at heart. He just isn't awake enough to try half the time. But enough with his life, let's continue this story, shall we?
After 25 minutes of letting the Tylenol kick in, it was 6:30. He then followed a routine so precise, it became almost secondhand. At 6:35, time to shower.
6:45- Get out of shower
6:50- Try to pee in toilet, missing
7:00- Was dressed and eating a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios , while watching the news at his kitchen table.
7:15- Out the door
He got into his '96 Mazda Protege, found the ignition, and started it up. It was a reliable little car, no breakdowns after 8 years of sex in the back seat and 20 pounds of groceries.
Before I forget, he is 6' 2" and roughly 200 pounds.
He lived in New York City, and the Average speed of a car in New York is 12 miles per hour. He drove along a couple streets, in total about 40 minutes of driving. He pulled into the Computer Mhz Testers, Inc. employee parking lot, parked in his reserved space.
And then, something caught the corner of his eye.
"What the hell is that?"
That concludes Chapter 1. whenever I get around to updating the rest I'll do so. There will be more speech too, this was more introductory. They may also be longer, too.
So? Opinions?
1- I'll do this a little at a time, not all at once.
2- I'm doing this for the hell of it.
2.B- I'm bored to death :p
3- If you haven't picked up a copy of The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Doug Adams then do so! Three chapters an I can't put it down :D
Chapter 1- Drugs, Questions, and Cleaning Solvent
Spinning...Whirling...Dizzy.....Pain.
Alex Jefferson woke with sharp pains of stomach, with second helpings of falling out of bed.
"Auhhh....." he mumbled to himself, whilst tasting the scent of a freshly vacuumed carpet, no doubt the maid's doing.
Somehow he got his feet into the proper positions and made it to the bathroom, opened a medicine cabinet, and took out a bottle of pills in an unmarked box. You see, our Alex was a tad bit of a druggie. He would inhale cocaine like a 3 year-old downing his first soda, and then equal that amount with painkillers. He be out until 3 A.M, until he staggered back into the room (usually with a woman) and the hangover feelings disappeared. And with said woman, $50 poorer.
However, seeing as his penthouse suite need furniture, food, etc. He needed to stumble off to work, whilst not looking half-dead so the Manager would not fire him, forcing him to find a new job to support himself and his crack. Which of cost him around $250 monthly. He was able to get it cheap from an old friend of his, a pusher who flunked pre-school (which, in his case, was possible). Flunked Middle School, then lived by living off the streets selling his merchandise.
Now Alex is really a good guy at heart. He just isn't awake enough to try half the time. But enough with his life, let's continue this story, shall we?
After 25 minutes of letting the Tylenol kick in, it was 6:30. He then followed a routine so precise, it became almost secondhand. At 6:35, time to shower.
6:45- Get out of shower
6:50- Try to pee in toilet, missing
7:00- Was dressed and eating a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios , while watching the news at his kitchen table.
7:15- Out the door
He got into his '96 Mazda Protege, found the ignition, and started it up. It was a reliable little car, no breakdowns after 8 years of sex in the back seat and 20 pounds of groceries.
Before I forget, he is 6' 2" and roughly 200 pounds.
He lived in New York City, and the Average speed of a car in New York is 12 miles per hour. He drove along a couple streets, in total about 40 minutes of driving. He pulled into the Computer Mhz Testers, Inc. employee parking lot, parked in his reserved space.
And then, something caught the corner of his eye.
"What the hell is that?"
That concludes Chapter 1. whenever I get around to updating the rest I'll do so. There will be more speech too, this was more introductory. They may also be longer, too.
So? Opinions?