Wake Up Call

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Another day... Why even get up? He looks over at his clock, rubs his eyes.. 9:30, grunts and rolls back over. Checks his phone.. she still hasn't called.

A man with no career, no family, and very little self motivation. He sits around waiting for success to come to him, knowing damn well it doesn't work that way. It never has and never will.

Why not just call her? No.. last time he tried that.. no answer. No fucking answer.
Another day of work, another shit job in this shit town. When will he ever get out? Heh, it would be no different if he moved. He's a creature of habit, and the pessisimist inside of him wont allow him to act.

Well, like everyone says, today is another day. He gets up brushes his teeth goes outside for a smoke. Gotta stop this shit, its killing him. But whats the difference if hes got nothing going for him? he thinks as he takes another drag.

It seems as you get older you're able to take a lot less shit than you did in the past. Maybe thats why hes been through so many jobs lately. He doesnt need another job, he needs a career.
Maybe he shouldn't of dropped out of school.

He thinks more clearly when its just fresh air and a cigarette. Ah, you can't dwell on the past. Why the hell not? that's the only tangible thing you can relate things to. The future isn't shit.. it hasn't happened, and for all purposes served you can assume he'll make the same mistakes in the future, so the past is all too relevent.

Fuck it.

He's off to work. Comes home, drinks. He sits by his phone, waiting for the wakeup call.

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