January 1st
My year started with sounds blaring through my headphones and quite frankly the inebriation left me slightly numb. “Scar Tissue” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers appeared to be the focal point of ushering in the new year with nothing but promise. The beverage in my cup served the purpose of filling a void and the short excursions to the grocery store were reminders of the somber feeling that separates the past from present. There were silhouettes of long shapely legs along with the sound of fireworks which served as a filler between bits of silence. An awkward conversation was a reminder of why the crows and I do not share the same view...
The 13th
A store run in the middle of the night is not too far from the norm on a Friday night. As I dash across a busy intersection, I can’t help but notice the random spectators as they enjoy the festivities. Thigh high dresses were a norm. Even on such a damp winter night, seduction was a major theme at this masquerade. The series of events that were underway, were literally blinding because my left eye is still slightly compromised.
After the 13th
It was not a surprise when I ended up at a quiet dim intersection with blood trickling from my upper lip. I realized that the sky's lonely view was shared by me and a street light on a dark corner. A fist accompanied by metal met my face and my entire body met the ground. My eye was completely closed but it was not a challenge, an ambush is not a challenge to a duel. The blur of my surroundings were accompanied by a simple message and there were several voices in the distance. In the midst of this entire fiasco, the world in which I resided was occupied by a still silence. Knuckles were supposed to serve as the reason for my silence as if being blindsided while wandering eyes cease to acknowledge my tribulations was supposed to serve as a lesson.
I wandered in several different directions while searching for clues that would lead to vengeance but I grew weary and wandered home.
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Kenroy Freckleton
I suppose this is where I get to introduce myself. My name is Kenroy Freckleton and I am here to explore this platform.
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