Walter was full of rage; he did not know what to do. So, as
best as he could he gathered his thoughts, took a deep breath, and politely
walked out of Mr. Stairwell’s office. Walter went through a list of all the
objects that he needed to remove from his ex-employers premises; it consisted of
a stapler, two kneed-able erasers, and a green pen and pencil set that his
grandmother given to him. While he had devoted a good portion of his life to
these objects, he thought screw it,
threw them away and left.
The rage had finally found him now, he tossed everything
behind him and stormed out of the building. Knowing that things could not possibly
get any worse, he ambled into the parking lot with little left on his mind. He
thought it interesting to see a small car with green and blue lights in the
parking lot. Hmmmm… he thought to
himself, I wonder what idiot got himself in trouble today.
With each step he could feel his heart sink. With every
crackle of gravel underneath his worn souls he felt that something was
improper. To keep with the wonderment of the day he knew that something bad had
to be happening to him, it was almost like clockwork (in fact, the knowledge
that his car stereo may have been stolen was just dawning on him). The lights
began to dance a blue-green pattern across his mind: blue, green, green, blue,
blue, it was almost too clear. The police were impounding his car. The jerks
had received a call earlier that day about an unsightly trash heap that moved
itself onto the corporation’s parking lot.
It was a good thing he lived only six blocks away, so a walk
seemed in order. It was the most beautiful day Walter had ever let his senses
perceive. The sun was beating down on his back; a small breeze was tickling his
chin. The sky was a wonderful shade of purple (the color one can only imagine
if they shut their eyes and press in on their eyelids and see the colorful
starburst patterns that the mind creates). I feel it is a good point to note
here that Yargo is not a place on earth, I had sort of been skirting the issue,
but if you recall the color of the grass in first paragraph and while it seems
very much like earth, no one could really have this bad of a day. Hopefully.
The smell of the air was so exquisite beyond anything that
any reasonable human could describe (to put it into the best words anyone could
only come close to understanding; it was like walking into a chocolate store
and having nothing but the smell of chocolate invade your nose). In fact the
day was so overwhelming that one might not have been able to stay outside for
more than an hour without their head exploding. Luckily for Walter, he was
brought back to reality with a head on collision into a four-foot in diameter
phone pole. After an undetermined blackout period, he got up and headed around
the corner to his apartment complex.
-V-
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