Friggin Life

Prologue

       The viscous, slimy substance slid down his dry throat, sending a shooting pain through his body, causing him to shudder, and making it hard to breath. He felt a pressure build up in his stomach and a through it all, he leaned back in sheer ecstasy from the amazing taste of the best waffle house in town. The waffles were just right, not quite at that point that they start getting thick and dry, but not quite gooey enough to show that they needed a few more second in the iron. In other words, perfect.
          He scarfed down the last few bites of these “god” waffles, as he called them(in private), and hurried to get out the few dollars that he had in his tattered jeans. While he was in the act of grabbing his wallet, he found… nothing- no pocket, no wallet. When he reached a little deeper, he found the frayed ends of a couple pieces of cloth. Crap.

Prologue End