On the front of every newspaper were various photos of the sky filled with gaping black holes between a backdrop of azure blue. Something was horribly wrong. There was panic and then most people’s thoughts turned to the people whom they imagined to be gods on earth to fix the problem. In the first few minutes, I will admit that I thought the same. But then I thought of what I guessed the other side of most people thought of: loved ones. It was then I remembered that I had no loved ones to speak of. The only person to call me on my birthday was Andy from RedTech systems, who attempted sell me an air conditioner in seven minutes. I don’t know which is worse. The fact that Andy was my only call on my birthday or that I stood there and listened to the whole thing.
When the hell did it get this bad?
How could I forget? When I moved to the a fishbowl apartment in the city to get away from Ashburn. A fishbowl apartment is one with four walls and only enough room for a goldfish. Guess who the goldfish is?
Ashburn the kind of town where your family name defines who you will be for the rest of your life in the eyes of the locals.
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