I stop by the washroom on my way out and splash some water on my face and look at my reflection.. God I needed to shave soon I had a major 5 o'clock shadow going on I looked into my blue eyes for a minute man these eyes have seen a lot I flowed my hair back with some water and put my SnapBack on. I always had to have a hat or beanie on idk why I guess it's a comfort thing, I looked at what I was wearing jeans a slipknot shirt and my trusty leather jacket I've had since I was 13 and stole... That was around the time I got sent to a group home...
I dry my hands and walk outside to chop and light a smoke the cool breeze felt nice. But damn i was hungry "come on chop let's grab some grub brotha"
11:26pm
I had too walk a hour to get to a Taco Bell and I was still nowhere near the motel I had rented a room in for a couple weeks. "Looks like we got a trek tonite bud" I say throwing him 2 out of our 3 tacos I always give him the bigger half. I look inside and see a cute girl with a couple of friends "hey chop check her out " I say joking around then he looks up and guess what he does checks her out and howls "ahahahahaha oh chop your my dawg dog" I said while on the ground laughing. "Alright bud let's get going" I say when he finished devouring his tacos...
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Terrible Truth
Teen FictionJakob is a punk who has gone down the wrong path on life and now is homeless and has to grind through life with his dog Chop hoping one day to get outta his own personal hell
