Mishaal Askar

The Human Page
2010-01-27 03:22:25 (UTC)

Chapter One: Someone remembers...

There was a rustle in the leaves, a shift of wind in the
breeze...A usual bite of chilling cold at my skin. Thats
autumn for you, filled with nothing but the prelude to a
harsh winter and obvious bad moments in the stark black
when sun hardly came up for a good peek unless behnd a veil
of clouds...New Orleans, who the hell thought it was a
smart idea to come and live at the in the place closest to
the Atlantic Ocean?

I must've been a fool for taking that job, but hey...What
could a man like me really say, who am I to complain?

I took the job cause' I needed to earn, to live, to
breathe...I needed to have my bread and butter and during
those days before this shit of an occupation, all I had was
an empty plate crying for even a crumb of bread...

My luck, I guess. My name is Darren Pollard and I'm a
security guard of some packing factory called "Mezno's
Frozen Fish N' Chips"; some weird ass idea of packaging
frozen fish fingers with french fries all in one.

The weather was bad as always...though, if you had my type
of life, everything seemed bad. I'm just such a pessimestic
guy after all, all I do is hate, all I hate is what I
do...The sheer paradox of it all. How life can be filled
with such things...I'll never know?

- To be continued, lack of time. Still Chapter 1-




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