Dear die-ary, as I walked through the ghost town that was the city at night, sketch book in hand, I saw something that took my breath away. Not in a "oh, isn't that beautiful" kind of way. No it was more of a "this is so infuriating I forgot to breath" kinda way. It was a fire hydrant that had been hit by a car. It was bent and mangled and totally unusable. In front of this was a little beater of a car, and on it's windshield was a parking ticket. That means that there is some cop out there who is willing to fine someone who owns a shitty car and lives in this shitty neighborhood for parking in front of a useless hydrant. This cop is so worried about making his quota that he will charge the poor to do it! I guess in the end it doesn't really matter, but it symbolized so much to me. I decided that I would draw the scene before me. I sat down on the curb and took out my pencil, but I just couldn't draw. I couldn't focus on drawing, because I was too caught up thinking about that asshole cop. Why are people willing to hurt other people for things like money? He is stealing from the poor! People need to understand that things like stealing are wrong. How can they be so immoral?
Johnny C. 5/11 1:30 AM
A/N: I am super proud of this chapter for one reason.... I wrote it on my phone. My phone has no keyboard. Oh yes, I'm that cool. I wrote this a while ago and just never got around to posting, so special thanks to oradarroxo for adding this story to his alert list and making me get around to posting.