Never Fully Gone (A Straight Furry Story)

Same Old, Same Old

I'm flying down the curvy, coast-side road. The speedometer in my 66 Corvette Stingray reads 130 and I still have half a tank of gas. I am the only one out. Judas Priest blares on my overly expensive radio. Nothing and nobody stands in my way. Until suddenly I hit what looks like a patch of gravel around the backside of a turn, sending me through the guardrail and plummeting towards the crashing sea below me. Right before I hit the surface of the water, everything slows and I hear a very familiar, high pitched beeping.
I wake up to my alarm screaming at me. Drenched in sweat I quickly remember that I have a very important job interview I have to prepare for! It doesn't take long for me to hop in the shower and wash my fur, same daily routine as I've been doing for the last 16 years. When you've been doing something for that long, you are kind of a master at it. Which has allowed me to brush my teeth and comb my fur at the same time. Looking in the mirror, I make darn sure that my green and black fur is 100% flawless. I take my time getting dressed, wearing my nicest suit with my flashy, electric green tie. ''Dang Jupe, you look sharp today! If you don't get that job, then they clearly aren't hiring anymore!'' I say to myself, trying to lift my confidence. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I take a left and open the refrigerator door, to find that I only have left-over hash browns for breakfast. ''Looks like I'm going to have to hit up the store on my way back.'' I finish eating my not-so-hearty meal and step outside, locking the door behind me as I make my way to my 1997 Toyota Camry. ''Sure would be nice to have that 66 Stingray I want so bad, at least then I could take my mind off of being the only Mr. Lonely that I know.'' And I head off, into another day of the real world.