Go Choke....

All the Same

Dairy Entry 110~12/28/17~1:22pm
I was on verge of getting the best sleep I've ever had last night. Until I decided to get up at 12 write something and get on Tumblr. SMH Chris WTF. I'm going to "attempt", ya extra emphasis on "attempt," to go outside and get some good shots of some more scenery, because once I leave this place I'm never coming back...
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•Narrators POV•
Chris has had the same routine seen the 6th grade.

-Wake up 4:00 am
-Take a piss 4:01
-Eat first breakfast 4:05
-Stalk good Tumblr post 4:45,
-Get dressed 5:25
-Watch Youtube 5:45
-Eat second breakfast 6:20
-Pack backpack 6:25
-Leave house for hellhole 6:30.

To him it's easier when things are just the way they've always been—always the same.
Chris lay in his vacant room, on his bed, editing photos from months ago that had seemed to pile up, and never got touched. He lay at an angle to avoid direct sunlight in his face. Light was something that was irregular and for the most part unpredictable, which means Chris hated it. It ruined his sleep, blinded him, made him stand out, and worst of all made him noticeable.
      For in night under the gentle light of the moon he blended in and disappeared into the shadows. Only visible by those like him. Chris often sleep through the day, but when it became necessary for him to be up during the day, to go school for example, he'd wake early enough to kiss his sweet night goodbye.
      The clock on Chris' laptop flashed 2:15.

"Drat", Chris snapped,"time to go outside."

•Narrators POV•
      Chris let out a loud groan, reluctantly rolled out of bed, first grabbing his sunglasses, his shoes, then his mini backpack containing his phone and cameras. He put his headphone in and clicked the "play" button. Chris' strange assortment of music began to play. Mix of many genres and artist it was a true sources of inspiration. Chris had made it through the empty house and locked the front door as he left.
      The blinding light of the desert sun filled his eyes. The creation of man that was his sunglasses were match for nature. Chris continued to walk with his head down, walking just as fast as usually, to the beat of the music.
      He stopped at a street corner. Beside him was a brick wall separating his neighbors house from the busy street. The overgrown pink and yellow flowers hung over from the top of the wall. Unkept, but beautiful with five petals each the flowers were fully open, though it was winter, and caught the light in an unnatural way. Chris liked this about them.
      Without hesitation he pulled his digital camera from his bag. Snapping shots from all angles, the one from above was his favorite. Chris placed his camera gentle back into his bag and took out his polaroid instead. He hopped in front of the flowers and made a soft expressionless face as he took the photo of himself.
      Chris continued his journey up the steep street. He like his city a lot more when houses were few and far between and the tourist stayed in the casinos. But that, like other things, eventually had to change. Investors saw the value in the city and began its expansion. Many tourist became permanent residents, and like that Sin City was turned into Suburbia.
      Chris enjoyed his long walk 'cross town, but hated seeing the same house repeated over and over. The uniformness made it easy to get lost if you didn't know your way, Chris liked the challenge. He came up to a convenience store, that he often frequented, and stepped inside to escape the sun's rathe. The store bell chimed was Chris headed straight for the back of the store, and open the refrigerator door containing all the assorted beverages.

The hell? Chris thought. Where's my drink at?

      He always got the same thing ever time he came to the store. A bag of hot chips and a spiked lemonade that was absent from the store that day. There were many of corner store near Chris house, all closer than this one, he only did come all this was because this store was the only one that still carries that sweet Mountain Dew lemonade that Chris so desired.
      Chris left the store disappointed. Whether he liked it or not change was going to come. Chris took the some what illegal shortcut home as he was ready to call it a day. The moment he walked into the house Chris flopped onto his bed and stared at his ceiling fan. Though he didn't like it change is what his life desperately needed.

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Fun Fact: Tous Les Mêmes is English mean All The Same, and Tous Les Mêmes is Chris' favorite French song

Thanks for reading Byee! ~한 현민