It was early on a September morning when the smallest amount of light from the overcast sky woke her up. “Damn light!!” Gracie rolled over and stumbled out of bed. “Good morning princess,” she says to the only other living thing in her apartment at Finch Pointe. Her cat rubs its smooth fur on her legs as if she was wanting something. “Food!! Of course! That’s what I forgot to pick up.” Gracie got dressed, and went to make a quick run to the Piggly Wiggly down the street to pick up some cat food. “Fucking traffic! Why the hell are their two 18 wheelers blocking the friggen traffic, at 8 in the friggen morning???”
Thursday, March 3, 2011
A Normal Day In Finch Pointe....
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As I stood in line, waiting to play some kind of game to win me a teddy bear, I spotted an old classmate that I went to school with back in high school; Gracie Sinclair. She looked kind of old, but she wasn’t ugly, and she also wasn’t the prettiest person walking.
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