Cactus -Senor-Cactus -Senor-11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He woke up, blurry eyed and dry mouthed, like he was re-born. He scratched his dark brown hair, and glared blindly at the clock in front of him, it was half past seven in the evening.
"Dammit." he mumbled, his voice scratching his throat.
He reached down to the floor and pulled his cel phone from his pocket of his faded blue jeans. The antenna was caught, he furiously pulled and yanked until one of the two objects gave in. He checked his messages, and turned to look behind him. She was gone. She had either left during the early afternoon or late morning, at any rate, he didn't care. She was just another girl, another notch in his belt. The phone rang, vibrating in his hand, he took it and put it under his pillow, he felt like talking to nobody. He had spent the last of his paycheck on a bottle of rum and a pack of cigarettes, both of which, were almost empty.
"Fuck." he shouted, at the half of his lungs, as he searched for his missing sock, fumbling beneath his bed.
He heard cars pass