Chapter One

xMarkx

9:00 a.m. December 26, 1990

I wrapped my same old scarf around my neck and pulled on my jacket. I picked my bag and left the apartment and all its shit, pushing my bike down the steps.

Outside the streets were filled with pollution, as they always were. I pushed off the pavement and onto my bike, riding down the street. I passed the homeless, sleeping on the street with nothing but tattered clothing.

My glasses fogged from the freezing cold. My fingers started to freeze on the handlebars, and I could see my breath. I hate winter.

I stopped outside the tall building where Buzzline was. I parked my bike outside and headed in. It was warmer inside.

I rode up to the 15th floor, getting out at the 'ding' of the elevator. I checked in at the front desk and went to see my boss.

"Hello Mark," she said, "please, sit."

I sat down in a chair in front of her desk, taking out my camera. "I finished my documentary about the homeless," I told her.

She smiled and said, "Please do show me."

I set up all the equipment and attached to tape to the projector. I glanced at her before starting it, and then the memories came flooding to me.

Memories of the past year. Memories of my past subjects. Memories of my past friends. And I watched as the video showed me and made me relive the past year.

The year came and went. From it, came Roger's happiness with Mimi and my job at Buzzline. What went with it was so much more. Angel.

We all miss him very much, Collins more than anything. We're healing slowly, but the song is still broken.


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