he woke up to the realization of himself at 1am. he walks over to the computer, hits it a few times attempting to crudly fix it. the screen flickers a bit but still nothing has changed. he sighs then turns it off and walks over to his cd player. hes decided to listen to one last song. these lyrics flow through his head "if your emo today, will you be emo tomorrow, or is life, just, one big, fucking trend" he turns off his cd player and finishes the watching the show. "see you later space cowboy" the show ends. he slips into his coat, hat, and shoes with green shoelaces. he puts on his scarf remembering to grab a marker to take to his friend. he walks down the hall and presses the arrow button going down. conversations cease and disgruntled stares plague his mind as he waits. *ding* the doors open as he steps in and presses 2. conversations start back up as the metal doors close. he hums to himself in the absence of music. walks down the hall towards his friends door. the mixing of many perfumes does not make for a pleasant smell. the air hangs stagnant and sort of thick as he tries to hold his breath. he reaches her door. her white board missing a marker he draws a silly picture of a marker on it and writes "take care of herbie the marker for me" then duct tapes the marker to her door. he decides to take the stairs the rest of the way. outside in the fresh air he walks acrossed the balcony down the stairs out towards the parking lot. walking to the end of the lot.. so full of cars weaving in and out between them. finally he reaches the end. he walks up the slippery slope towards the sidewalk next to the 4 lane road separated by a small walkway in the middle. he attempts to pull out a ciggerette while trying not to lose his balance. victory at last as he reaches the side walk. he holds the ciggerette in his hand walking with no destination in mind yet. he reaches the intersection and turns left staying on his sign. in the distance he can see the power plant pouring out smoke so that the college can keep going. as he walks further he sees a stream and then someone on a bike. he reaches yet another intersection in about 3min. of walking. he turns right and crosses the lanes of traffic while watching a train go by.. counting each car. he reaches the bridge while the train keeps going.. he waits and counts curious on how long it is.. 29.. 49.. 54..84.. 118.. 138. 138 cars llong. he keeps walking passsing underneath the bridge his destination now the skate park. ciggerette still in hand. smooth concrete everywhere. he gazes at the ground and spies a can of something. he turns it over with is foot and reads "silly string" he sees several more cans scattered about and imagines the fun that most have been had. he then picks up the can and discards it.. not stopping there he keeps picking up the other cans.. followed by discarded water bottles, broken decks, two sofa cushions.. he just keeps picking it up and methodically throws it away not sure of why hes doing this.. he places the ciggerette in his mouth and walks to the other side of the park. still more garbage.. out of the corner of his eye he sees a skateboard. he walks over and examines it. looks intact but a little wet from the rain. never the less its better than nothing since his other one is broke. he silently laughs. is this his reward for picking up garbage? he picks it up and finishes cleaning up the rest finding an empty cough syrup box.. he wonders did someone drink this for the alcohol content? meh, not his problem he thinks. having finished picking everything up he looks acrossed the park and sees a baseball diamond. he starts to trek towards it acrossed the road and through the trees. he thinks to himself. he used to like baseball when he was a kid. everyone played just to have fun for the love of the game. nowdays he wonders if anyone does that anymore. he wishes there were some kids there playing a game. the movie sandlot comes to mind and he smiles. he reaches the fence separating him from the baseball diamond. he reads the sign "only for authorized use" he places his skateboard on the other side then hops over. he walks over to the benches and sits down. time passes as he stares off into the distance at the lights. his gaze blurrs a bit as his mind slips away and wonders. suddenly he refocuses awaking again. he sees a paper cup and picks it up with one hand while holding his ciggerette in his other. he hears another train and turns to watch it. counting again.. for no apparent reason. 128 cars this time. he sees and opening in the fence.. a gate left open. he didnt have to jump the fence after all. he walks through and looking for a garbage can. dropping his ciggerette along the way he picks it back up inspects it then shrugs his shoulders and poises it at his lips. finding a can he tosses away the cup and turns his back to the wind. he lights his ciggerette cupping the flame in his hands.. it dances then goes out.. his ciggerette now a bit wet and bent from being held and dropped. he tries again.. breathing in deep the flame ignites it. he exhales and walks back to the over pass where the train passed the first time. concealed in the shadows all that is visable is the glowing ember at the end of his ciggerette (to be continued. maybe i got tired of typing. this is what i did late one night)
