I just turned 38 last month. I haven't been able to get a steady job under me yet, but I'm still trying. I ride the red line every day from Harrison to Wilson. I sit in the back of the train with my rolled up news paper. I never read the paper, but I just enjoy holding it, wringing it in my hands. I've had these sneakers on my feet for quite some time now. As you can see, I walk an awful lot in them. They are pretty dirty but still hold up for the most part. I got the nick name Fortune because I can always tell where someone is going. Like a couple years ago, I convinced my friend Camillo to buy a lottery ticket, just because I just had this crazy feeling. Sure enough he won $200 that very night. He ending up spending all of it on alcohol within a couple of days, but he still asks me every now and then if its a lucky day or not. Ever since that day, he branded me "Fortune". However, my own fortune hasn't always been so kind to me.
I was married for 2 years back when I was 26. Her name was Rachelle. Those 2 years were the happiest years of my life. Sadly, it didn't work out towards the end. She was just unhappy, and I could tell. I decided to let her go. All I know is that she went back to school. I haven't heard from her since. That is the last thing I ever saw coming. You could even that I was "fortune's fool".
Right now, I live in a small apartment in Wilson by myself. I'm thinking about getting a dog...
2 comments:
I like how you made the point of view from Larry's eyes. i think a dog would make a good friend for him. He should get one.
Your very descriptive, for a moment there I started to think if you really followed this man home and everywhere else...CREEPER!! No, just kidding, very nice though.
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