Hey! I
wrote this while on vacation, so if it seems choppy, that's why. Well, I'm finally back, and hoping to get to
all of the new stories and updates I missed soon, but I have no idea how long
it's gonna take. But hopefully not too
long.
this is a rough draft of part of the first
chapter of a possible story. Read,
review, tell me what you think, and if you say I'm doing a good enough job,
I'll continue. Any feedback is
welcome!!!!!!
there
it is again. every morning. a guy can really get to hate a person, even
someone as nice as kloppman (hate them in the morning, anyways) just by hearing
that voice each morning, tearing you away from a perfectly good and hard-earned
night's rest. i suppose i should be
grateful, none of us bums would ever drag our buns outta bed early enough to
get our papes if it wasn't for kloppman.
i
pause to shake my head, half sitting, half lying down. it's amazing how much can go through a guy's
head right after getting up. my temples
begin to throb--this is too much thinking for the morning. i sit up and reach over to the side table,
fumbling for my cigar. nothing. then i see it: that croaky pipsqueak has
snitched my cigar again. honestly, does
the kid have any idea how hard it is to get your hands on a decent cuban (or
any other make of cigar, for that matter) these days? i managed to win the one currently being
chewed on by that long-lost relative of the frog prince in a poker game a few
nights back. grabbing my prized
possession, i give a long-coming slap to snipeshooter, and the daily routine
begins once again.
get
up, get dressed, get washed, and run out the door. deliver the usual wisecracks, usually in the
delancy's direction, but anything's fair game, including the headlines. this morning it is a clogged sewer and a
two-headed baby from brooklyn. ahhh,
life's great, ain't it? i'm the resident
gambler, smart-alec, all around fun guy at the manhattan newsboys lodging
house. i wouldn't have it any other
way. though life could use some spice,
adventure, excitement, ya know?
something...different, and i don't mean a new newsie. though this dave seems like a good enough
guy. one who's going places.
but i
can't keep my mind on the new kid and his little brother. as much as i love my life right now, i've
come down with a sort of cabin fever. a
growing boredom with the same basic routine each day. i want something out of the ordinary to
happen. maybe it's 'cause i was a kid
and everything's new to a kid, but life seemed so great and full of curveballs
when i was young. ah, those days...
i'm
gonna stop for a second. i don't want
you to go thinking that this is one of those sappy flashbacks that some people
throw at you in order to jerk a few tears of sympathy from the audiance. i am merely looking back fondly upon those
silver days of my childhood, and you can come along for the ride or jump off
the train now. i don't want anyone to go
thinking that i'm one of those warm, fuzzy, cuddly teddy bear kinda guys. unless you're young, female, and single, and
happen to like those kind of guys, 'cause in that case...