alex.chey
I paid the fare, smiling at the man who took my money. "You're not from around here, are ya?" I gave him a questioning look. "What gives you that, sir?" "The smile."
I was quickly pushed, as more people handed over their fare. Far away, but with people still bumping into me, I was able to stop walking. I stared out into the sky, seeing nothing but the tall buildings for miles and miles. I was in love with what I was looking at, but nature had other plans. It poured down as I had to quickly find shelter, whispering to myself, that I was going to be fine here.
There are many different brands of cereal, correct? You'd be correct. But have you ever head of Broski Flakes? That's what I thought, a hard no. I'm here to tell you more about, Broski Flakes. They're Flakes for the neighborhood Broski. Most enjoyed by frat boys who recently thought about becoming an alcoholic was a good idea, and still thinks it's a pretty awesome life choice. Go to your local grocer, an ABC Store, and grab you a box of Broski Flakes.
Broski Flakes will cause you and your son to become a huge douche. Broski Flakes is not responsible for anything you do while being under the influence of Broski Flakes.
My eyes drift back and forth from the whiteboard to my paper. Mrs. Lexington was writing down things for our test, she had never taught us before. I raised my hand when I had finally had enough, and asked to go to the bathroom. I grabbed the pass and made my way down the long hallway. I pushed the bathroom door open, the three people in there were juuling, and me opening the door let all their smoke leave the room. I ignored their stares and just stood in front of the mirror for a few seconds. "Need a hit, James?" "I'm good, thanks bro."
I'd travel a different distance everyday to see you in a different place if that made you happy. I just want to make sure that's what you are; happy and healthy, that you never ever worry about what the world has in store for you next. I don't care if by doing that, the only thing I can ever do is see you from afar. Because I'd much rather know you are beyond happy away from me, than know that I am there, causing your sadness.