LIFE IS HELL!!!!!!!!!!!

12/29/2006

 

Life is Hell

 

I sit here, enclosed in the glass case that is my life. My morning hair, is my day hair, is my night hair, only thing I had ever recycled. I choose not to pay the energy bill because power is a luxury when you have the low income I do. This apartment sucks ASS, I can hear angels spitting on it, even if I'm on the top floor (tenth floor) and they are in heaven, it just has a bigger impact on my dirt hole called home. My job interview is today, and look, its raining. This is perfect because now I have to run to the ground floor because the elevator is broken again, they never cared enough to fix it. As I stumble down the stairs I wonder where I went wrong, I'm fucking twenty-two and I ended up here. I dropped out of collage because my grades were straight F's, my parents gave me such a hard time while I was staying with them so I just snatched the premium card  from dad's wallet and took off in the dark sky, my girlfriend was next door when I left and she ran outside and asked, "Where are you going?" I stopped and turned around and said,"As far as my dad's credit card will get me.". Not very far by the way, he knew I took it so he cancelled it right away, awesome father figure in my eyes. That’s my life up too date currently, whenever I need a shoulder to lean on, I fall. Walking out the door into the dripping rain, I lit up a cigarette and puffed out into the endless city horizon, nobody would notice, it smells like its coated in shit and 50 other foul smelling objects. Strolling down the street, I begin to uncover why I am worthless, the only kind of smarts I have are street smarts. Talking to myself, homeless people stare at me like I'm crazy or something. I banged open the door of the company, they produce electronics or something like that. That’s when I realized I forgot my resume. "Shit" I uttered under my breath and the lady at the front desk gave me a look that I wasn't going to forget for a while. I stole a piece of paper and a pen and jotted down some BS like I was a rocket scientist and stuff like that. "He gon see you now." she told me,"I wouldn't say shit around him, aight?"  I nodded and acknowledged her, but she was annoying as hell in reality. I shook his hand and handed him the resume, I looked around and saw that the whole place was classy. He tore up the resume and made eye contact,"Who are you?" He said without breaking eye contact, "Shit" I uttered under my breath and took a seat in my torn up clothes. I sat there with my hand on my forehead. "My name is Michael Daniel Wayne.". "I asked who you are, which still remains a mystery to me." he replied. "Well I live in a crappy apartment and have thrown my life away, with the shread of hope that is left I applied for this job.". "Who the hell are you?" I stood up and banged the table with my hand,"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!","I AM A LOWLIFE PIECE OF SHIT. I'M NOT EVEN WORTH A PINCH OF DIRT. AND I THREW AWAY MY LIFE." he was a rather old man so I felt awful and sat down, as I rushed to apologize, I heard "Now we're getting somewhere!" I stared at him, puzzled he must have had mental problems. "Follow me", he instructed, so I did. I rode in the elevator with the man."This is my company, a franchise with millions and millions of things not done, yet there is so little time..." He wiped a tear from his wrinkly face. The bell dinged and we emerged from the small space. He showed me a giant window peering down on the city."90 and a half million stores worldwide. All of my life is near completion, all I want to know is, who are you?" "I was born in a small town called Bridgeview in Arizona. My folks were the most unsupportive people I had ever met. On the fifth day I was born my mom went binge drinking because I was crying, I hadn't ate in 10 hours, she told me,"SHUT THE HELL UP!" and locked me in the closet. When I was in that closet I was exposed to a settling silence, to this day, I wish I was back in that closet. One day I went on a playground and I fell off of the swings, my arm was dislocated. I yelled and tears brushed over my face. My mom just sat on the bench, and smoked her life away. 3 years later I wanted to go on vacation and she yelled at me about how I don't appreciate what we have. When I was 10 I was invited to a birthday party and I didn't want her to know, she wouldn't let me go if she found out. When she found the invitation she beat me. When I turned 14 I asked my dad where he was while mom treated me like shit. He just gave me five bucks and told me, "I was out earning this because the bitch won't work.". I went to a good school and got a scholarship, then I found out that my best friend was shot back in Bridgeview. My grades plummeted because I somehow felt I was responsible, so I dropped out of college. I stayed with my parents and was sick of it, I stole my dads credit card and ran away, he cancelled it, and I got some shitty jobs at some fast food joints here. Now I live in an apartment and am slowly throwing my life away. Life will always be too me just one big punishment.". To my lecture he simply replied," I don't have much time left in this world, and I have found who is going to take over my company.", "Who?" I asked. He shook his head with a smile and told me to come back tomorrow. I slept well that night, even if I might not get the job I felt like I had completed more. I ran back there in the morning and rushed into his office. There was just a janitor,"Where is the CEO?". "He in the hospital." I sprinted down the street into the hospital, before the lady at the front desk even said, "Can I help you?" I was already running up the stairs, once I got to his room I saw him hooked up to a bunch of machines and slowly approached him, I knelt down at his side and shed one tear. He turned towards me and said, "I'm not long for this world, and my life is complete, I want you to take over the company and follow in my footsteps. I have finally found my successor." I asked him gently,"Why would you give me, someone who is completely worthless, this honor?" "Because my life is almost exactly like yours, I know how you feel in this position. You had no one care for you," in unison we said,"and just thought life was one big punishment." I grabbed his hand and he flatlined right on the spot. In one week my life was the best thing ever, as he wanted, I followed in his footsteps, when I turned 87, I met a pessimistic college dropout and gave him my job. I gave him my word I would follow in his footsteps, which I never strayed away from. He built me a path, and I followed in it.

 

THE END