What a long day. I mean, I get up early for school, and then had to run off to work, only to then run back to School! What crap. Let alone, when I get back to school only to hear Jessie’s bizarre monologue of the day. What is with her and her supernatural crap?! She finds and says the weirdest stuff! Like today she went on and on with this ‘angels are star’ crap. What next? I half her to expect her to claim Jesus is an alien with how each time she keeps getting closer to god. Today her ‘divine claims’ covered red stars are fallen angels and falling stars are dying angels, with the grand finale of weak stars are new born angels. Angels? Stars? What crap. Tomorrow she will be saying the sun is an angel on ‘a higher level of the hierarchy’ or some crap like that. But who cares about all that, anyway?

Damn, I wish I had a car… These chilly nights and these dark evenings are starting to piss me off! I gotta walk all day! Well, at least it doesn’t snow here is the south like it does at home, up north. On Good Morning Atlanta the woman (Robin I think...) said, ‘fall is the prime of life!’ how cheery… But nothing really happens in the fall! I mean, it’s just routine until some holiday hits. Maybe that’s why Halloween and Thanksgiving exist. What value do they have beyond keeping Hallmark alive? Maybe it’s a government ploy to keep us working hard and have ‘something’ to look forward to. But the holidays don’t always live up to the entertainment and excitement the media provides us. Let’s think… the only REAL fall holidays are Veteran’s Day, which is too close to summer, and Columbus Day, which no one even gives a crap about! Maybe these ‘spare holidays’ exist for ‘family unity’. What crap. December is the number one month for divorces! Some unity… Then again that is winter. Hm… This is completely idiotic and irrelevant! This trivial train of thought is stopping me of thinking of the real issues! The rent is due in a week and I need some quick cash to cover… DAMN! Five seconds thinking into this rent crap and I am already stressed out and got a headache from hell.

Thank God! At least QT is less than a block away! I have needed to stop to have a smoke and chill my nerves all damn day.  Ah! Stretch. Hm? Well there goes Jessie’s dying angel, running across the sky. I remember my grandfather telling me “Make a wish on a star. C’mon boy! It can’t hurt’cha!” He would laugh and I would make a wish.  Then he would retort with a grimacing scowl starring at me and “Be careful for what you wish for, boy.” What Crap! He never did tell me of why and I have come up my own conclusions, but it was his I wanted to know. I keep jumping tracks! How messed up is it to jump from a psycho supernatural freak to the thought of my dead gramps?! This day has been too damn long.

Thank God for heated QT stations, but please smite the creator of those damn annoying bells that ring when you enter! Oh shit… this is great! Wonderful… ‘Mr. Juan’ , professional fence hopper, is running shop. Don’t care about his name, don’t care about him, but I wish he would EVERYONE a giant favor: LEARN ENGLISH! Don’t care if your illegal as long as you know OUR native tongue!

“Pack of black n’ mild’s regular.” I can’t even store change in this crap wallet. As soon as I build up the cash that’s one thing that will be replaced!

“4.77 mang” LEARN SOME ENGLISH! Jesus Christ, Saint Mary please preserve us!   Inflation is has been kicking my ass lately! A pack of my smokes were only 4.27 a month ago. The Economy system can go to hell if it at least makes my gas, rent, and importantly my smokes become more cheap. Well I’m too stressed out might as well light up and get some of it off my back.

“Ey! Take eet out back mang!” God Damn! No relief… I won’t smoke out here in front like some do. I’m not s fan of having those who enter stare at me and I’m sure ‘Juan’ will yell and whine (most likely in Spanish.) at me and threaten to call the police for ‘loitering’. So I have no prob with going to the back to chill. What the Hell? Did all the lights just surge? Was that a power problem? Or some idiot technician trying to learn what the hell to do? Well I just wanna have my smo- What is that?

A girl? No… she is older and too tall to be a child. But, why is she sleeping in the trash? Is she a junkie? Druggie? Whore? Hm? What are those? Are those small black wings? What the hell? Whatever, even though it is annoying to finally get a smoke and it has to be next to some cosplay weirdo. Ha. She can’t even make wings without screwing up! I mean, all these black feathers are strewn all over the place. What crap. But it good to finally have smoke, even if this moronic girl is distracting my thoughts. Hm?

WHAT THE HELL?! Did her-? FUCK!!! I dropped my smoke! Arg! Damn this crap evening! But what the hell?! Did her wings just retract into her back?! Well they are gone! That’s for damn sure! But I mean there is no damn way that is possible! So what do I do? Wait! I don’t have to do anything. It’s not my prob. But, she does look rather pale and she damn skinny… What crap! Fine! I will take her to a hospital. No, I can’t do that. If those wings were to pop back out she would be obtained, contained, and most likely killed and dissected within five minutes. And the last thing I want to hear is Jessie talking straight from the tabloids of a black-winged alien preparing for invasion. Damn it! I’ll just leave her! Let some other fool who isn’t so stressed handle this issue. No… the area is desolate and I came back here to escape peering eyes. If left here I think death would be the next to visit. Well, fuck! Maybe I should of wished for a normal day on that damn falling star.

She is light so it will be no prob getting her all the way to the apartment complex. That’s a silver lining on the dark cloud, or however it goes. She is warm too. Ha, a human coat, I guess that also is a blessing in disguise. But the situation is still a pain in the ass. But what am I to do? Might as well carry on.