Status: RESTARTING
I Wish I Could Float Away.
002. unfamiliar faces.
The names Barakat.
Jack Barakat.
I've always thought I could be the next James Bond.
I could be the star of an action film my life's chaotic enough to be the plot. Take today for example. Here's an insight to a basic day in the life of me.
When I woke up this morning my head was wrecking. Jobless and hungry. No food in the fridge. I grabbed my wallet off the kitchen counter. I turned it upside down and a few casino chips dropped out. “Fuck...” I found my phone. “Three missed calls! Are you shitting me?” I flicked through them seeing two girls names and my best friend/room mate Zack. I deleted the two girls numbers rubbing my head and texting Zack to save my ears.
To: Zacky!
Hey dude. You called? Can you and Ri get some food later? I'm too POOR :(
I walked up to the bathroom and found some paracetamol in the medicine cabinet. My phone buzzed a reply a few seconds later.
From: Zacky!
Yeah I wanted to see how hungover you are? And get a fucking job you wanker! I'm not rich you know!
I swore and tripped over the dirty clothes in the hallway. I hit my nose against the edge of the wall and swore again. I saw that I had tripped over Rian's jeans I reached into the pocket. “JACKPOT!” I found his wallet filled with notes. “Payday!” I did a mini celebration dance and caught someone looking in the window laughing at me.
Rian wouldn't mind if I borrowed some cash. I took fifteen dollars and got dressed. As I pulled on my hoodie I grinned. Pizza time!
“Next please!” I sighed. Finally. “What can I get for you?” The girl blushed. She looked about nineteen.
“The meatiest pizza you have but hold the sausage. I don't swing that way,” She blushed again. “Often,” I muttered.
“Size and base?”
“Deep pan and... a small” I concluded sighing at my lack of funds. “And a pepsi too please. Chuck your number in with that order as well,” I winked, she blushed and walked off to prepare the 'order'.
“Here you go, sir,” She handed me the box and a bottle of pepsi. Also she gave me two reciepts one had a number scribbled across it.
“I'll call you,” I winked again and walked back to the apartment.
I'm so getting laid tonight.
Laid like an egg.
Jack Barakat.
I've always thought I could be the next James Bond.
I could be the star of an action film my life's chaotic enough to be the plot. Take today for example. Here's an insight to a basic day in the life of me.
When I woke up this morning my head was wrecking. Jobless and hungry. No food in the fridge. I grabbed my wallet off the kitchen counter. I turned it upside down and a few casino chips dropped out. “Fuck...” I found my phone. “Three missed calls! Are you shitting me?” I flicked through them seeing two girls names and my best friend/room mate Zack. I deleted the two girls numbers rubbing my head and texting Zack to save my ears.
To: Zacky!
Hey dude. You called? Can you and Ri get some food later? I'm too POOR :(
I walked up to the bathroom and found some paracetamol in the medicine cabinet. My phone buzzed a reply a few seconds later.
From: Zacky!
Yeah I wanted to see how hungover you are? And get a fucking job you wanker! I'm not rich you know!
I swore and tripped over the dirty clothes in the hallway. I hit my nose against the edge of the wall and swore again. I saw that I had tripped over Rian's jeans I reached into the pocket. “JACKPOT!” I found his wallet filled with notes. “Payday!” I did a mini celebration dance and caught someone looking in the window laughing at me.
Rian wouldn't mind if I borrowed some cash. I took fifteen dollars and got dressed. As I pulled on my hoodie I grinned. Pizza time!
“Next please!” I sighed. Finally. “What can I get for you?” The girl blushed. She looked about nineteen.
“The meatiest pizza you have but hold the sausage. I don't swing that way,” She blushed again. “Often,” I muttered.
“Size and base?”
“Deep pan and... a small” I concluded sighing at my lack of funds. “And a pepsi too please. Chuck your number in with that order as well,” I winked, she blushed and walked off to prepare the 'order'.
“Here you go, sir,” She handed me the box and a bottle of pepsi. Also she gave me two reciepts one had a number scribbled across it.
“I'll call you,” I winked again and walked back to the apartment.
I'm so getting laid tonight.
Laid like an egg.
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