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Dressed in a Chicago Bulls basketball jersey, shielding
sunglasses and a NY baseball cap, Nick wandered the street in the
direction of his car. He walked with his head downward, a cup of half
drunk coffee in his right hand. The near-midday sun was warm and raw on
his bare skin, not hidden by his clothing; his multiple tattoos visible
for all to see. "You need a shower" his common sense told him,
interrupting his more chaotic thoughts. His mind was hazy from a
hangover and his head was spinning with the thoughts of his fight with
Brian, and the speedy a sloppy sex with a bar maid in a concealed
corner of the "Spiderbar Club." He had gone out to drink after his
argument with Brian, and although drunk, the incident with the bar maid
evoked reality in him; especially when in ecstasy she whispered to him
"I love you Nick." The bar maid had been a fan.
This was up until he pushed her from him and retreated as fast as he
could. She screamed her insults at him as he left.
Nick's recollections of the night before were halted when he
tripped and fell, knocking his head on the pavement and spilling his
coffee when he hit the ground. A pulsating shot of pain throbbed in his
left temple. He was angry and embarrassed for humiliating himself in
the street, until he noticed someone underneath him. He leapt up; his
baseball cap fell as he did so, along with his sunglasses.
"I'm sorry." Nick exclaimed helping who he could now see was a woman
fumble to her feet. He hadn't been watching, and had bumped into her.
He politely bent down and retrieved from the pavement, a small black
ring-binder folder, and the papers that had spilled from it- thankfully
it wasn't windy, so the papers did not blow away. She snatched it from
him when he offered it to her with a second apology. She began to shout
at him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She screeched. She had no idea who
he was, not that she seemed to care anyway. Nick couldn't even mumble a
reply before she began again. "This shirt is ruined!" She said brushing
her white blouse, part of which now a pale brown.
Luckily, the coffee hadn't been hot enough to burn her chest. Nick
looked at her breasts briefly as she brushed at the stain. He looked
away in repulsion of himself, and looked back at her slender face.
She was very pretty. Even in his morose and sober state, he still
noticed her looks. She had warm hazel eyes that even looked glowing and
alive when she was furious. He was more entranced with the water
dancing in her eyes than with listening to her. He asked himself
subconsciously-what the hell is wrong with me? She paused and this
alerted him- she must have realised that he wasn't listening. She
slapped his bare arm fiercely with her black folder, which made him
jump.
"You men make me sick!" She called back to him as she proceeded down
the street. He sighed wearily to himself, as he heard the clicking of
her heeled shoes as she walked into the background. She had been the
third woman to yell at him within twenty-four hours. Leighanne had
stepped in with his argument with Brian, and yelled at him. The bar
maid, as she was hastily pulling up her underwear yelled at him.
And now this total stranger had yelled at him.
At the current moment in time he couldn't shed the feeling of
loneliness and the somewhat dramatic sense that everyone in the world
was against him. He knelt down to the pavement, replaced his hat on his
head, and picked up his $200 sunglasses that were now broken. He
discarded these along with the coffee cup into a nearby bin as he
continued like a zombie towards his car.
He reached the climax of his despair when he approached his car.
There was a $100 parking ticket under his windscreen wiper. He snatched
the ticket violently from under the windscreen wiper, tearing a corner
off. He was now angry; very angry. He was angry at himself. He was
angry at his behaviour. Right then and there, he was angry at the whole
world, and everyone in it. He found himself asking the God that he
believed was being unfair: "Give me a break?" He sincerely felt like
smashing the windscreen on his car and then sitting and crying about it
on the pavement, like a little boy-like the little boy he felt twinge
in him at moments like these.
Unfortunately for Nick, these moments were becoming the ever more
frequent. Instead, he hopped into his car, found another pair of
sunglasses to conceal his fed up tears and sped away to AJ's house.
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