I'm really stuck on this thing... If you have any ideas of how I can keep this thing alive, feel free to suggest something! And forgive the lack of paragraphs, and neatness...
Chapter One/Into
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Last one, after this, I am done for the day, and I can go home'. After that thought, he punched in the random number, and waited as the phone rang.
"Hello?" A gentleman on the other end answered
"Hello sir, I was wondering if you would be interested in-"
"Fuck off, and die you asshole!" The man on the other end of the line yelled, interupting John.
"Thank you, and have a good day." John muttered.
But all he got in responce, was a dail-tone. John removed his headset with a sigh, stood up, and streched.
Needless to say, John hated his job. He couldn't help but sometimes think of burning the building to the ground. Or praying that some crazed, pissed-off lunatic would do it for him.
"Hey buddy, it's payday. Time to party!" One of his coworkers said to him as he made his way to the door.
John didn't know his name, and he didn't really care. as far as John was concerned, that man was just another drone, a robot if you will. Someone who went through their daily routine, and on a rare occasion, broke free. Or at least pretended that he did.
John didn't really care that it was payday. To him, it was just another day, For John didn't have any friends, not even a pet. He lived in a small bachlor apartment, in a shitty part of town. Sure, he could afford better, but he saw no point to it.
Why bother with luxuries, and pretty things when he had no one to impress? After awhile, he would just get bored with them, and they would blend in, ceasing to be noticed. So why waste the money?
It would be just like everything else. His house, his buss pass, his job as a telemarketer, and himself. Pointless objects in this world, that in a matter of time, would mean nothing.
John shook his head to clear it. his thoughts were becoming depressing again. He proceded to unscrew the cap of his bottle of his prozac, and took a few. Wincing at the bitter taste as he swallowed them down without water.
John hated taking those pills. He hated the thought of a pill controlling how he felt. But according to the doctor, he needed them. Just like John's estranged father. Not like John knew his dad, all he knew was what he was told. Which wasn't very much, even when he asked for information when he was younger, all he'd get was some half-assed answer, and the subject would be changed. So after awhile, he just gave up asking.
Jus like he gave up on everything else. See, John didn't really care for anything at all, not even his own life. Well, that's not totally true, when his pills took affect everything was fine and dandy. He couldn't help it, no matter how much he hated them, he couldn't deny the fact that they work.
Chapter Two
Upon John's arrival home, he threw his coat upon the chair, and flopped down on the sofa, letting out a sigh. Another long day was over and done with, now it was time to face a longer, and duller weekend.
Unless something interesting happened, like someone breaking into his apartment, or God forbid, John taking control of his life and actually doing something for himself.
But the question was what? What was there to do? He lived in a small town, and the bar scene didn't interest him that much. So what was there for hom to do? John tackled this thought for quite some time. First sitting down, then pacing around his apartment restlessly, like a trapped animal.
His thoughts ran frantically through his mind in a panicky fit in attempts to solve his dilema. There must have been something, anything to do.
John plopped back down on the couch, and let out another sigh trying to get his thoughts, and himself back under control. When at last a thought had struck him.
He remembered going through his e-mail last week clearing out the spam mail in his inbox. One of those e-mails was a notification about the grand opening of a casino in town. Sure, the grand opening celebrations were over, and done with, but the casino itself would still be there.
"Why the fuck not?" John muttered to himself.
With that, he stood up, put his jacket back on, and made his way out the door.
BlackJack (Chapter's 1 & 2)
