Every day of my life is no different. I live the same boring routine day in, day out.
I get up, go to work, work, come home, then just mess about before I go to bed. Some nights I go to my only friend's house and we just bum around. Nothing has happened in my life since my cousin, David, my last relative, died a few years ago.
Today however, my life took a turn for the worst
or for the better, some might say.
I finished my shift at the local grocery store, the same low-end job I've been stuck in for years. Yet another whole day, wasted, standing behind a poorly carpented counter, not even listening to the endless array of people going on about the same old stupid shit, while lazily scanning items with one arm. I got into my car and started the engine. I was happy to get out of that place again. I took my usual route back home, which usually takes about fifteen minutes from where the store is. Finally though, I was home. My house is in the run down part of the city I grew up in. No