He had just come out of a movie that evening as he was dusting his derby black hat. Someone had thrown popcorn during the movie and some got on his black beauty. It had infuriated him so much. He actually innately heard the popped corn land on his hat while there was a giant explosion happening in the storyline of the movie. The hat was preciously laying next to him on an empty seat. He had turned to see who the culprit was, but they all looked like they were full of menace. He wanted revenge on an impossible suspect to be found.
Let’s gamble and fix those rumors
I don’t know where it came from or how it came, but it was there suddenly in my lonely life visiting me constantly. It was a rock holding me down making my steps heavier and heavier, prohibiting my progress, and making my time a meaningless flight into the unknown. I found myself talking to myself when disturbed and listening to it in my dreams whenever those rainy days showed up unexpectedly. I was staying up all night with shadows dancing around me as they played with my mind while recollecting moments of melancholy not far from the past.
I was attending this concert with this girl that I met on a Tuesday night at an eclectic coffee shop located right in the middle of downtown. She was dancing and jerking her body around trying to impress every guy and every girl, that like girls, in that hot, moldy, congested, sweaty-smelling environment. The music had everyone going, creating a thick atmosphere that was filled with odor and human mist.