"On any given day"

As luck would have it, I am a man of fortune. I woke up one day and in... well... almost in a blink of the eye, I was the richest man to walk the state. I'm not bragging because in all actuality, It would be ridiculously out of character. You see, I was raised by the richest and most noble man in the state of Connecticut. Why would me being rich, noble or fortunate matter one may ask. well, I never said that that man was my father. So that would eliminate any assumptions would it not?

My father. There isn't any words to describe my father except deceased. Which in that case would be the only way to describe my mother. Really, It doesn't bother me to say that though because I was too young to remember therefore there really was no emotional attachments.

Apparently, there was an accident. My parents were on their way to work after taking me to my pre-school-ish daycare, the car stalled on train tracks and well... I'm sure you can put two and two together.

To make a long story short. I was an orphan at the age of three. No where to go. No one in my parents family wanted another mouth to feed. No one except for my uncle Albert. He became a multimillionaire at the age of nineteen. Which worked out well considering he at the time was single an didn't mind having another mouth to feed since he was so alone. However, When I turned sixteen, everything changed. I went from having it all to not having a bed. Why else would life have changed so drastically unless brought on by an evil step mother. In this case, it was changed because of an evil aunt. Aunt Margaret. My uncle Al had gotten married. In his four bedroom home there was no room for me when the twins were born. Four Bedroom home! He was a multimillionaire! But a multimillionaire that was generous with others and not generous on himself. At least until the twins were born which was two years after the wedding. Some how, the day I turned eighteen my aunt Margaret convinced my dear uncle Al, to throw me out. Having the heart he had, he bought me a home. Actually, it was a studio. One teeny tiny room, that served as my bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and diningroom. I went from having it all, to having a room. Oh wait. I cant forget about my fathers bike. Its all I have left of my parents.

Since I couldn't afford college, I found a job. Not a career, a job! I do tons and tons of paper work a day and make four hundred dollars a week. I actually saved up enough money to buy an entire dog. All by myself! My own loyal trustworthy all white with blue eyes husky named Howie named after my favorite comedian of course!

" Eww... stop licking me I'm up, I'm up..." Just an ordinary day .Wake up, and get going! There are piles of paper on every centimeter of you desk. Piles so high its impossible to see and be seen. I hate work! What am I going to wear? All my clothes are dirty... geez I have to wash clothes.

"Howie, stop scratching the door im just looking for a shirt and your ... man you're such a good dog! Where'd you find your leash in this mess? You keep this up and im going to train you to clean the place. Its disgusting! All this clothes in the living room and the dining room. Its no wonder I cant get a girlfriend! You're a pig! Figuratively speaking of course."

After my usual morning jog with Howie. I carried out my other daily routines and I was out of the door by Seven A.M. I'm always on the go. Always the first one in the office, meaning it was automatically my job to then make the coffee, and make sure that all the computers were turned on for the other employees. After making my cup of coffee I would then find my little cubicle and hide the rest of the day in the stacks of paper work.