Area 1 part 1

Area 1

Part 1:

It Was Always Dark. The Season was the fall.

I never woke up before twelve in the afternoon, So by the time I was ready to Face the World, it was Already Dark outside.

I remember that If it Wasn't Dark, it would be very cloudy grey and rainy.

It wasn't cold enough for you to completely hate to be outside, or cold enough to kill you if you went to a black out stupor.

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I Was living alone, My roommate just left.

I hated his presence, I hated talking to him, I hated to interact with him.

He Made me feel Dirty, Because I wasn't doing what I was supposed to be expected to be doing.

He Was Everything I didn't want to be, But he Wasn't the first to do so looking back.

He wasn't an evil person but his lack of passion bugged me greatly. 

He Was a Good Boy into Business School, That Wanted to have a Good Well  Paid Job to Buy Him a Whatever Narrow Minded Crap He Had in mind, Start a Family, Having Children, Have your trophy wife and then Nothing Until you Reach middle age and you Blow Up your silly little Brains Against a White Wall Making a Picasso Out of Your Brain Meat.

I Just Remember how Everything I did Was A Threat to His Conformist little mind.

I was so Glad when he left.

His lease was up and I had the whole floor for Myself. A two bedroom apartment in the second floor of a boring cold city.

By this Time I was already done with College.

Very Shortly After being done with it, I was In this Shitty town, With a stupidly low amount of people.

That Means that you will likely meet less interesting people just for the amount of people congregated in one place,

And After you do meet people that you actually want to interact, You Discover that they are also kinda tied in a horrible way with simple life stuff. which is understandable.

But those were the like 4 ,5 humans you liked. and if they where busy in this stupid random nowhere. 

You are all Alone.

My Routine Was Simple.

I was Done with College, So I only Stood in this place for little.

About six months before I moved out to Somewhere less Depressing.

 My Roommate was gone Which Gave me a lot of freedom.

I did have a Job, It was a nice job, A Night Job of course.

I was a Camera man at the Horse Tracks.

Three days a week. Thursday, Friday and Sunday Nights.

Monday's in The Summer. 5:00 to 11:30pm.

Earlier on Mondays I think.

Without School, or plans or anything. I was terribly Bored.

I did always have a plan of becoming a Musician, Performer.  None of My Terms Came to be so I did not do so.

I knew that I was Moving so I let me to have a break. (Time Wasted)

Since i didn't want to be a mediocre act.

I Always Tried to Make Art. 

Music More than Anything Else. But With no Realistic Fruition.

You couldn't really interact with friends since the city was so small and everybody lives in their own private hell.

You could only expect them  to be drinking buddies since their Life was too busy.