CHAPTER 13

A crazy life? I really thought that? Well, okay, maybe yes, but that has come and gone. It's sad how earlier today I was having a great time and now, here I am, just sitting on my couch... unable to move...

All my cells, atoms, molecules feel like iron. I'm just too tired and bored.

"Ok, Decco..." I say to myself. "One more second and you're getting you butt up..."

The second goes by... Ok, a minute... Or an hour... Maybe days – you know what, just forget it. I'll eventually dose off.

Without thinking, I swing my legs up and jump upright onto the floor. Losing my balance and the sudden blood rush sent to my scalp sent me toppling, almost hitting the T.V. on my way down.

"Crap... Why life?" I mumble, holding my head and sitting up. Amongst the T.V. sounds, the music that was drumming through my home is so melancholic, so random, so sad yet happy... What the hell am I listening to?

I slowly stood up and walk to the upper left side of my house, where my stereo rests.

Oh, it's K.K. Ballad... Now I know why I've been so down. I press pause and slide the record out of its place. I grab its sleeve, and carefully slide it back into its home. Before going into the future selection, I gaze at my large record player. So grand... Way better than that crappy tape deck that came with my small shack at the time. Nook really screwed me there...

I place K.K. Ballad to the side and go through my choices.

K.K. Bossa... While one of my favourites, I want to be in a more upbeat mood... I scan some more records...

K.K. Song... Stale Cupcakes... My hands ran across DJ K.K. I almost pick that, but then choose to debate over K.K. Condor and K.K. Ragtime.

I choose K.K. Condor and stare at its cover for a minute. It shows the famous singer in a large, vast, brown, rocky land, with him in the front holding a guitar. I smile and slide the record out. I place it in my stereo, and let it play.

Sitting back down in my place on my couch, I pull out my sketchbook. I haven't really done anything in it for a while, although I do upload some sketches online.

With the T.V. and stereo going, lights on, I pull out my pencil and draw.

Better than the sight of snow-covered flowers that assault my eyes.