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I turned away.
I really don’t know why. Maybe it was for my mother. I’ve done so much to her I’d like to take back. Drugs, sex, violence. Just another failure to add to the list that had soon run its course. She loved me I know, I think she still does.
I hope.
Nothing like a fake suicide letter to ice the heart of any mother. Well, it wasn’t fake I suppose. I meant everything I wrote. Even had the tear-soaked paper, blurry ink lines, the whole nine yards really. I really hate to be cliché, but that had to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.
The next week I was out on my ass, no place to live, no place to go. No one cared for me anymore, and I didn’t really care for myself.
Just in time for graduation, yay.
And as I expected, no one came. Well, not for me at least. It’s okay. I deserved it. I just hopped on stage, grabbed my ceremonial showy piece-of-parchment diploma, and jetted out of there. It wasn’t the place for me anyway. I did not want to be somewhere surrounded by happy people with dreams and things to hold onto.
So I went to a bar.
Looks like that fake ID I forked over a Benjamin for awhile back still comes in handy—now especially.
And that’s where I went to pass the time for a week straight. What a way to spend that cash from Grandma for my 18th birthday. Nothing like the stench of Jack Daniels burned into your skin after a week of no sunlight. What an attractive guy I was. But the dream had to end. Funds were getting low, and I guess the body gets tired of thirty-nine cent ramen and expired orange juice morning and night.
Adam had to get a job because, well, fuck college.
I had an AS in Business. Thank you community college. Really came in handy during my Honors days.
I shaved, showered—I was all dolled up for the damn ball.
It only took about a week and I was dead set in my new found career. I was starting out in Accounts Receivable for the Smooth Stone Accounting Firm. I didn’t even know if that was two guys’ names or just a bullshit moniker to make the accounting process more pleasing. But who cares? I had a desk, a computer, and a little piece of particle board in brass that said my name, Adam Matthews. Oh yeah. People will see my name, gotta love that.
Well it’s been three years, and I think a handful of people have passed my little cubicle near the back wall. About half are just lost UPS guys looking for someone who actually deserved the mail they were holding, because it damn sure wasn’t me.
Print.
Copy.
Staple.
Out.
In.
Copy.
Staple.
Out.
All day I do the dance of the paper pusher. Three years of cookie cutter five day weeks and forty hours to fill that stretch.
780 days.
31200 long hours.
But I don’t count the hours. What’s to count? How many times does the second hand meet up with the 12? That’s more boring than the job I already have.
No.
I don’t count the hours.
Minesweeper’s the game of choice on these long days. Here I am with my ergonomic chair, WOW.. ergonomic. I’d rather be sitting on a giant bean bag than this uncomfortable piece of shit.
The reports are done.
Stapler is out of staples.
And the printer is out of ink.
Here I am relying on the smallest little things. I guess good things do come in small packages. Ha, tell that to the Asian couple a few apartments down from me. I think the woman would give you a different answer.
It’s 4:45. I’ve got fifteen minutes. It’s amazing how slow the time goes when all you’ve got is Minesweeper. Damn that gets boring.
4:50.
Jesus Christ. It’s only been five minutes. Ten more minutes of excitement. Here goes.
4:59. Time to pack up.
I really have nothing to pack up.
I’ve got a briefcase with nothing to fill it but blank paper and napkins to set off the blank paper. What do I even need a briefcase for? But it makes me feel good. People respect men with briefcases. And if I walk fast and with authority, everyone will think I’ve got somewhere to go. But you know where I’m going?
Home.
Yep, that’s what I do everyday, and today’s not looking to be any different.
Home.
Yeah right.
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