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Young boy full of aspirations in life… Somewhat unrealistic, you saw yourself.
Who would have thought that you didn’t even achieve the minimum of what you wanted. Not even living in a trailer, even if it wasn't to spread your music to the four corners of the earth, just to feel...
But maybe it's better this way, because living in a cubicle with only one window and, by the way, without curtains,
Because that light is your natural alarm clock And
Because it's not like you could have the luxury of paying for a phone that's good for more than just making calls - Not for receiving, but that's not the cell phone's fault...
Sometimes you wonder if it's luck or bad luck that your door with such a rusty lock lets you out no matter how stuck that key gets when you try to turn it - But it's either that or someone breaks down your door and, as you already know, it's not because someone misses you, it's just because they miss the blessed neutral smell of cleaning products, that the elderly owner of the apartment tries so hard to try to let through these hallways that host a different loser from door to door, with a different odor like those of the
Wine connoisseurs - Who buy their grape juice to, like any other child who is almost a teenager, afraid of everything and everyone, not to be judged as drunks. What brings everything down? Who can appreciate anything in this dump? Only a loser who, since he can't reflect on his not-so-nice life, sits until he drools watching TV shows about cooking, morbid obesity, hagglers, blind marriages and family secrets.
The drunks and, perhaps, anorexics - It's between the lines whether it's because of poverty that they don't eat or because they don't want the belly of a family uncle, after all it's not like they have one to live in this kind of place... In any case, it's at least something to be proud of when you're marinated in addiction. Besides, unlike the juice guys, they aren't afraid of anything. They always arrive through the lobby and go up in the elevator, even in front of all possible eyes and security cameras, with that transparent plastic bag that was torn open by the bottle of the heaviest, but still cheapest, vodka…
At least it's not full of trash like those of the compulsive eaters, who, because of so much fat, can't wash those folds properly and the rotten smell… Because every time you come across one in the elevator, have mercy - And thank you very much for your services, old lady.
The smokers
The drug addicts… And the unemployed, who can be a mix of all of these like these failed musicians… However, it's because you doesn't live in a trailer, but here, that in your fridge, at least instead of drinks to forget who you could never be, you only have natural tuna sandwiches and bottles of orange juice… You can't help but wake up every morning with a hangover, you need to work to pay the apartment bills. It may seem like an endless and meaningless cycle, but you have to believe that your moment to ruin your liver and lungs will be in a trailer, with fame, money and prostitutes and... Here you are in this public square, a nobody who doesn't even wear a hat, but a beanie, because a hat is already having too much hope in those who pass by here, who doesn't know a damn thing about music, but to feel good about themselves, they give you a few coins...
It seems like you never learn, you think: Grown man full of aspirations in life... Somewhat unrealistic, you call yourself.
- Hey, you! Long time no see!
You have your head down, your eyes went up
She was wearing sharp, crimson red heels, it's expensive and not worn out, this woman doesn't have to walk far to get where she wants, she probably has a driver to open and close the car door, drive any day or night... Always being ready for her doesn't seem like a bad idea, with her smooth, shapely legs, you start to get horny, the higher you look, more surprised your are, it never seems like you'll reach her skirts and to dress so slutty like that you know she's not a maid, she's the boss of the place and the awareness of your thirst sets in, you go up and up faster - You can't jump because you have to enjoy the view when they give you one - That flat belly from working out which is why she never bother to press the fabric on this beautiful body, squeeze those full breasts that almost come out with that unbuttoned shirt, if you could lick those tits, suck them, bite, but without restraint, from what she said, she knows you, go faster, without stop, just to see her and go up and up… Her.
- I'm sorry... I can't recognize you.
- I'm from school! I was one of the band's fans! Remember?
- I'm really sorry, and you're so pretty… I can't believe I could forget.
- That's okay, I wasn't the only girl who had a crush on the band's lead singer :)
- Oh, don't even remind me - You laugh and roll your eyes, not wanting to remember the golden days.
- Come, have a coffee with me at my place, I'll remind you of me.
- Sure... Let me just check my schedule on my cell phone.
She laugh at your joke because it's not like you have anything better to do… You may not have money or fame, but you have a whore and you're crazy to fuck her.

To Be Continued