Gangster

Chapter 1

Summer. This is supposed to be the best time of the year. Yet of course for me and only me it's the shittiest. Heh. Why am I not suprised. My room was a mess. I got up as the bed creaked and stepped over a bundle of clothes to reach the fan. God It's so fucking hot. I dont have time to do laundry. I looked over at my pride flag. DId it really fall down again? I looked over at the Pansexual flag. I could see lint floating in the sunlight. I walked over to pick it up hanging up back next to my corkboard. I looked over at it. Pictures. Certificates. Calender. Oh cool my birthday is in a month. I stared around my apartment. Table filled to the brim with shit. Old sofa. Cookie sleepig in the corning next to her bowl. I need to go buy some more dog food for her. I sighed and went back on my sheet stripped matress. I took off my shirt and let it drop on the floor. I stared at a massacre of dirty clothes scattered like bodies across the ground. 

It was way too hot to do laundry anytime soon. I picked of my phone to check the weather. California, sacremento. 98 degrees. Clear skies all day. And tommorrow. And the day after that. Oh look a invitation for a wildfire. V.I.P. I shook my head. College starts at 12:00pm. It's 8:30am. Maybe I'll take a shower. Yeah that's probaly a good Idea. It's rare for me to have good Ideas. With all the Idea's I had that I could actually have a good realationship with my dad. I laughed. "And look where that got me." I mumbled to myself. I looked over at the court notices on the table. Along with the rent notices. There's another session in a week. Isn't that great.Wonder if dad got a new scar from prison. Last time he had  one over his eye. The other one was on his leg. He told me that there was a bisexual guy who had stole his breakfast and beat him up.

 I knew that wasnt true. One, the bastard hates the food at prison so it would be a miracleif he gave half a shit about what happend to it. Also he was specific about the guy's sexuality. I dont doubt there's a bi man there. Just that he did it. I mean he could have. But I sure as hell wouldnt give a shit.Bastard can starve for all I care. Always tries to pin blame on anyone whose LGBTQ+. I shook my head and went to go take a shower. Made sure to put the water on cold. Fuck that feels so good. I picked up my soap and noticed conditioner. When's the last time I washed my hair. I felt it. Pretty dandruffy. I picked up shampoo and started massaging it into the stawberry blonde birds nest. Hm. Wonder if there's and ACTUAL birds nest that's strawbeery blonde. Pretty sick tree.

 I looked down at the swirling soap underneth my feet. The hot steam mixed with the strong smell of vanilla was suffocating. I turned of the shower and put a white towel on my waist rolling it down so it could stay that way. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a short stream of rose gold. Water strayed alone on my body as it shone in the artifical light. I sighed and proceeded to brush my teeth. I spit out the foamy minty white bubbles and rinsined my mouth. Walking out dazily. I put on a clean shirt and some jeans. I dried up my hair and brushed it a bit. I lookd over at my clock near a photo of me and my dad when I was was little. Those were the happier days. It was 9:22am. Time for another hellish day.