Dream in the RainAll around me are familiar facesDream in the Rain by Auror69
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Gary Jules says it as it is. I stand in the door of my shop just as I took the stuff from outside in because of the rain. Surprisingly I'm not in the mood for "Riders on the Storm" which is usually Daisy's and, also my number one song for a rainy day. But today it's different. Depression's got a hold on me. It's probably just because I miss Daisy. I haven't seen her in a while. My work gets in between us. And when it's not my work, she has some kind of obligation. What can you do?
I have special feelings towards the rain. There is nothing that gets me more in the mood as being in a warm, safe place while its pouring outside. When I have my own house I'm gonna build a room with a big glass wall with a floor bed. You step in the room and you stepped on the bed. I want to have a room built for watching the rain. No lights in it. No nothing. Just a big bed and
Jolly C-menI have ear plugs in my ears that are connecting me and the sounds of Led Zeppelin coming from my fancy high-tech phone. I stand on the doorstep of my shop and I look at the people sitting in front of the fast food next door to my right. Can't hear a word they're saying. Lucky me.Jolly C-men by Auror69
They're the local drunks. Every day when I'm at work, AM or PM . Doesn't matter, they are around. On the left of my shop is the naval club. They are all members. I guess...
The other day this big fucking security guard-dumb mafia tough guy asshole got pretty drunk and started giving shit to his, as I understood, ex-boss. In between the shit giving he was telling him how he misses him and working with him. It was pretty weird actually.
Anyway, my main concern was Daisy. She was about come and that took in consideration that she'd have to pass the asshole. I'm a pussy when it comes to fighting, although, when I think about it, I've never had a chance to prove my bravery
in that kind of situation, anyway. Not to
First LineFIRST LINE.First Line by Auror69
-You really love the stuff, don't you?
-What's not to love about it? HAHA!
-Well, first of all; it fucks you up...
-That's bullshit, man. Trust me.
-Tell that to the guys I know who were fortunate enough to get their noses out of the blow before it was to late. You trust ME. If you had seen the fucked up shit I have, you wouldn't go even near your beloved cocaine.
-Of course it'll fuck you up. If you let it fuck you up. You gotta have a measure. You got to be able to handle it. Anyway, it's worth the risk. The thrill, the uprise... RIIIIGHT! HUA! You sure you don't want any?
-Hells to the no! I got my glass to set my measure.
I pour myself another glass of Jackie and take a sip. As I go to the kitchen, to get some ice from the fridge, I hear the door unlock and open.
-Oh, goddammit Johnny.Not this shit again! Luke!
She drops her bags on the sofa and runs into the kitchen.
-What the fuck, Luke? Again? This must be like the fif
|I study painting in Art school, I've been playing the guitar as a hobby and hopefully a profession for about two years now and recently I have taken up writing. Mostly prose, although I have lyrics to songs I sometimes write.|