Friday, September 24, 2010

Volcanoes

Oscar burst through the decrepit front doors of the apartment building, ready to forget about why he was here and what the hell was really going on. However, to his dismay, rain began to drop in buckets all over him. His wonderful tuxedo was becoming ruined, but this was not of Oscar's concern because why the hell was he wearing a tux anyways. His outer coat began to drag as he stormed down the avenue searching. He stumbled past a breast-feeding woman who looked as if she had just degraded herself for nine hours. Oscar then remembered that he had no idea whatsoever where he was going, so he turned around and stared at the stripper. She stopped quickly, without turning to face him. His eyes burned into her and after what felt like an hour, the stripper turned around and screamed, "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!" Her baby began to whimper and cry, while Oscar returned her a blank stare. "How did I get here," Oscar finally replied. "I don't know who you are, or why you are even asking me at all, can't you see I have a child. Hush now, April!" the stripper said. "Can I get the time," Oscar said, feeling way past uncomfortable from so much interaction. "7 o'clock," the stripper said, as she turned and rushed away from this freak who was obviously on something. With this, Oscar left down the street in the pouring rain as he saw bright flashing lights unlike he had ever seen before. Apparently an ambulance had arrived to the scene of an accident. Oscar passed by with not much more than a glance, and saw the sign for the liquor store, adjacent to where the stripper probably worked. With a swift pace through the aisles, Oscar grabbed a bottle of Volcanoe's Finest and approached the counter. When the clerk told him the price of $8.95, Oscar was shocked in his head at the extreme price, he scoured his wallet and arrived at a pitiful $4.50 in total. The clerk questioned him for more money, but stopped once he saw the condition of the bills and coins. "These have to be from the '30's, what are you trying to pull here, man?" Oscar shrugged and thought he might be in some kind of mess, and before the clerk could blink, Oscar rushed out of the store, bottle in hand, without looking back.

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