We were staying in a hotel. Jet couldn't take the ship down because there
wasn't anyplace to, so he stayed up in space, but Ed came with Faye and I.
She complained that she never got to go out enough so we let her come. She
wouldn't find much to do in this town but oh well.
The first thing I noticed was a huge building shaped like an iron. "Hey, Faye" I called on the intercom "what's with the building." "I don't know, it looks like an iron" I heard her say over the loud noises coming from Ed in the background. I rolled my eyes, of course it did.
We arrived at the hotel around dinner time. I threw my bags on my bed and walked out to the balcony while Faye unpacked all of her things. I stared at the iron shaped building smoking until I noticed white steam come out of the bottom. I thought it was just from my cigarette but when I noticed it wasn't I thought that it might really be a big iron. I was pondering this until my thought train came to a skidding halt.
"Spike! Yo, I'm hungry. Why don't you go get us something to eat?"
With a sigh I lifted myself off of the railing and made my way back to the door stepping over stacks of clothes and cigarettes. How long did she think we were going to be here?
The food in the hotel sucked. I decided to venture outside and scrounge up something to eat. Who knows, maybe I would even give some to Faye.
On my way I passed a baseball game and stopped to watch. There was a boy up to bat, but he didn't swing as the three balls passed by. He didn't swing, not once. That was game; the boy's team had lost. I shrugged and started walking again.
ยทยทยท
I didn't swing. I didn't swing. I didn't swing.
I repeated this phrase as I walked home after the game. Oh well, who cares what they think. Haruko's a good pitcher. It's not my fault. She's just too good. But I never swung, even when Haruko wasn't here.
I kept walking, walking home. My bat dragged on the ground making high scraping noises. Tusuku's bat, I need his bat.
So caught up in my thoughts I almost ran into the man standing in front of our bakery. Seeing no one inside he turned to the vending machine outside. He put in his card, then seeing it not work, proceeded to kick it. "Here," I handed him the bat. He looked at me with a perplexed look but didn't take the bat. I went inside and asked him what he wanted.
"You work here?" he asked me. "Yeah," I replied "what do you want?" he looked around the shop at all the tuff we had. "Super spicy curry bread? Sounds gross, but it's on sale so I'll take it"
He smiled slightly as he handed me his card. "Actually give me one plain; the curry will be for someone else." I gave him back his card and he left with his hands in his pockets whistling a care-free tune.
The first thing I noticed was a huge building shaped like an iron. "Hey, Faye" I called on the intercom "what's with the building." "I don't know, it looks like an iron" I heard her say over the loud noises coming from Ed in the background. I rolled my eyes, of course it did.
We arrived at the hotel around dinner time. I threw my bags on my bed and walked out to the balcony while Faye unpacked all of her things. I stared at the iron shaped building smoking until I noticed white steam come out of the bottom. I thought it was just from my cigarette but when I noticed it wasn't I thought that it might really be a big iron. I was pondering this until my thought train came to a skidding halt.
"Spike! Yo, I'm hungry. Why don't you go get us something to eat?"
With a sigh I lifted myself off of the railing and made my way back to the door stepping over stacks of clothes and cigarettes. How long did she think we were going to be here?
The food in the hotel sucked. I decided to venture outside and scrounge up something to eat. Who knows, maybe I would even give some to Faye.
On my way I passed a baseball game and stopped to watch. There was a boy up to bat, but he didn't swing as the three balls passed by. He didn't swing, not once. That was game; the boy's team had lost. I shrugged and started walking again.
ยทยทยท
I didn't swing. I didn't swing. I didn't swing.
I repeated this phrase as I walked home after the game. Oh well, who cares what they think. Haruko's a good pitcher. It's not my fault. She's just too good. But I never swung, even when Haruko wasn't here.
I kept walking, walking home. My bat dragged on the ground making high scraping noises. Tusuku's bat, I need his bat.
So caught up in my thoughts I almost ran into the man standing in front of our bakery. Seeing no one inside he turned to the vending machine outside. He put in his card, then seeing it not work, proceeded to kick it. "Here," I handed him the bat. He looked at me with a perplexed look but didn't take the bat. I went inside and asked him what he wanted.
"You work here?" he asked me. "Yeah," I replied "what do you want?" he looked around the shop at all the tuff we had. "Super spicy curry bread? Sounds gross, but it's on sale so I'll take it"
He smiled slightly as he handed me his card. "Actually give me one plain; the curry will be for someone else." I gave him back his card and he left with his hands in his pockets whistling a care-free tune.