An entire life ruined. A man left to walk the streets and endure thunderstorms and nados. A man beaten in the face and a man to see all of the terror of his country born and raised. The lord cried once as he led a campaign as a dragoon. An independant seeking more freedoms and liberties and else. Who's to say 14 years of being in iraq during war or living a war amongst your own waterfall.
This is just the beginning about to end.
Dirty, not showered in days. Nack has been drawing traffic to his biz in mere effington illindon.
18 hour days. 6- 9 hour nights sleep. A middle class rent house his home. Brother says love and so does family. A long story love is. Once you get to the end it ends in silence.
Smoking ciggerettes left and a right. Guided from the coffee pot back to the smoke tray head swaying back n forth to a book nack wrote. Stormed this morning and sunshine to a cloudy night of three computers humbing. Dad and brother at work. Dad with two jobs.
An unlimited check. A coke ad of a madman. An election coming. A lot of money left in the country budget to make up. A he saying this,she saying that and a corrupt state with a high rate of illigal activities. Its not always who you are but who you surround yourself with some could say. I know better Nack was chosen.
A pre planned life. A designated gps destiny with fate and success. A victor who keeps up victory. A crazy man preyed on of thieves who want to be him. Twins that are said to look and be like me like that candy bar Nack was raised up to. A release of most wanteds about 10,000 of them to another major city. All want to be rich. But riches only last as long as the music plays sales of endless fireworks and tickets. The carnival always ends.
Voting season. Nacked to vote. Who to vote for? All is illigal. Its a $500 just for being you anymore.
At home enjoying myself typing what may be my last article. Nack knew that and did not sign with merks. Nack was a robot. Nack was a crazy quack. People don't like when you get a free ride. But nothing's free. Not even Nack's time. Life costs money. Organs cost money. Air costs money. Not a failure to be breathing. Same tootsie roll different day.
Out of thought. Nack's back is hurting from the chair he is sitting in. What a short story with a long tail. Say? you wouldn't want me dead would you! I would hope not but no one lies where i am from its all in your head. There's an illness for it. It's alway's you.