Simple things like watching LT

Chapter one

I press my back lightly against a plexiglas window; Under me the ledge of a popular store that this plexiglas window belong to. Unknown to the title of the store and its category but it is still considered 'popular'. Popular because any store on 34th street is instantly labeled "one of the best".

   To me there is no such thing, one store can easily become overpopulated just because at that moment it has what everyone wants, not need. The other store can be opposite, not populated enough because nobody wants what's inside. I dislike both kinds of stores but I am contradicting myself.

   I am among those that want from stores like the one behind me, that I am using as a seat. Bystanders pass me, going about their business. Lazily I let my eyes follow the moving figures; some are old, others are close to my age, there is the "couples", the "singles" - like myself, and then the "families". A wife and husband, or maybe they are out-of-wedlock ? The two children. A boy  and girl. It is the same for me, nothing "out of the box". More and more the bystanders begin to look the same to me. Doesn't matter about their skin color or race, they all have the same purpose of being down here. To shop or site-see.   

   I inhale the cool air that is surrounding me, the feel of my lungs contracting as I breath in the January oxygen, my insides begin to tingle. This happens when I am in need, it reminds me of one thing. Getting the feel of my all black corduroy skinny jeans as I dig into my right front pocket with my right hand.

    My index finger and thumb grasp hold of the carton of cigarettes that was snugged in my pocket a moment ago. Brand; Newport. My heart somewhat accelerating, in a way I'm feening as I push back the lid, pulling out a lucy. I place the unlit 'cig' between my parted lips, a lighter in my left front pocket. One hand holding the liter, the other, protecting the flame from the slight heavy winds of this cold month of January. I take notice of the lighter exterior- A off color of red, like burgundy with pink cherry blossoms scattered all around.

   Reminds me of a Japanese kimono, maybe thats why I brought it or just needed it to ignit my cigarettes. I inhale the smoke, holding it in for a couple of seconds,savoring the taste; I think of coffee without sugar in it- Bitter. Exhaling without removing the cig from between my lips, the smoke desperse into the air- the tip of the cigarette slowly turning into ash, God do I love smoking. For a moment I focus off the cigarette and on the people across the street, seems more interesting.

    Out of all figures going by, my eyes trail on a tall,very tall figure. Two I may add. From this distance they are like sticks with curly bushes on top. The two of them stand out of the crowd, who are they? What do they do? Where are they going? To my luck, there is a red light just in time to stand from this ledge and as if in a rush i pace across the street. Dipping and dodging the people walking opposite. The ash from my cigarette, attacking at my face, quickly I become annoyed letting the cigarette drop to the ground. I don't understand why I am following a pair of tall afro freaks in downtown. Eyes focused heavily on them- I'm not far behind. we're on 9th ave now, halfway down to be exact. Their walking slows down, and I do the same- the one on my left points to a building right beside them and the both of them walk inside. Where are they going?

AUTHORS NOTE: this book contains about nine chapters or so (so far) just reposting from tumblr to here for my LT ladies that read Wattpad stories and don't use tumblr . Please don't forget to comment and vote :)