a man opens his eyes to see the first thing he sees most days, about twenty lines of sunlight, divided up by the slats in his venetian blinds
another day at his mundane, mediocre career choice. such a meaningless job, he could easily be replaced by virtually anyone with a high school diploma
he begrudgingly drags himself to his small bathroom, knowing a shower will wake him up and get the process started
after all, without work comes no money.
as the hot spray from the shower head drenches him, he remembers when he actually had money and had only small bills to pay. oh how times have changed.
at least he didn't have a family to depend on him. imagine if he had other mouths to feed. what if he were to have a child to care for? his low paying job certainly would not support his needs.
but it wouldn't be because of his own will to be a good father, his employers simply do not seem to care about their individual workers. as long as payroll gets met and the company turns a certain amount of a profit, they couldn't care less about their employees. if they need to send you home and take money away from you, they will do so without flinching
but it sure does get lonely without a family of his own. no smiling faces to come home to. no one to give him a reason to keep going with this repetitive routine.
he exits the shower and continues to get ready, deep in thought of what could have been. what could have been if he had had more of an interest in college instead of just partying at night and sleeping in late. such a waste of time. his classmates from high school were just now finishing up their college careers and getting degrees and starting out on a new chapter of their lives while he was stuck at a dead end job with nowhere to grow.
he sits in traffic, behind a large semi turning left at an intersection with no stoplight. he popped in a black cd with pink script on it, turned the circular knob on the car stereo up as far as it would twist and skipped to track eleven.
seemingly, there had never been any truer words to describe someone's life than what was in this song. the male baritone voiced carried with it a slightly melancholy recountance of one's own life, as he seemed to do more and more often nowadays.
his only true escape in life had been through music, but lately it seemed that he only listened to artists that echoed his sentiments of uncertainty and uselessness, and that only depressed him further. in the grand scheme of things, what difference does one life make? he did not follow the beliefs of any one religion, nor did he feel there was any sort of afterlife, so what is the reason for carrying on?
this would have to wait though, for he was just pulling into work, and if his superiors saw him with anything other than a fake, face full of teeth smile, he would surely get reprimanded for not being friendly enough.
he would be told that the customers look to him for guidance and assistance and without a caring, helpful face they would only become frustrated and not return to this place of business. in fact, they would must likely choose to conduct business with the competition. you've gotta love retail




i may continue this later. i dunno if anyone's even going to read it. i started out wanting it to be some sort of poetry, but i think it reads more like a story.

i'm sorry, looking back on this, there isn't anything "artistic" about this. it's probably something better suited to be reworded and thrown into a journal or something

is the song the guy listened to sleight of hand?

yeah...i felt silly writing it like that, but at the time i was trying to be artistic about it
thanks for reading it though

dude i will sue you for royalties posting shit like that about my life!
copyright infringement bitch!
stop stealing my life story!!!!!!!!!
scary how much i relate to that...and im 34
but yeah its more prose poetry than the traditional type...i liked it

thanks eric