I knew it was gonna be a godamn horrible day when I woke up. Not only was I running late for school, old phoebe had left already, but there was no food. No, really, I'm not horsing around; there was no godamn milk for my lousy cereal, nor any bred for godamn toast. For chrissake, would it kill my mum to give old Mr Brown, the supermarket guy a buzz? It just made me feel godamn depressed. Only phonie morons start the day with out breakfast. I'm into things like vitamins, I really am Christ, I felt bloody depressed. Godamn, I was as late as hell too, so I'd have to shell out a couple of bucks to some crummy bus driver. I godamn felt just like walking to school this morning too. You know, when you just get sick of buses, cars, and cabs? Pretty much anything with those corny old wheels. I just can't stand those wheels. I really can't. They kill me. Not bikes though. I remember this time that Jane and I went for a ride. Down that godamn Pucters Hill. I felt as free as a bird. Boy, it felt great. I was even freer than those ducks in central park. I guess the ducks are freer than the fish though. At least those godamn ducks can go somewhere. I wonder where…