Chapter 3. Marshmallow St.
Later that day~
It was mid-day and the sun was right on top of the panting and tired 28 year old. He looked at his bag and realized he didn't finished delivering half of them! Now he understood what PB meant when she was talking about the job yesterday. Although he regretted agreeing to be a mail-man, he kept doing his job. After an hour later, Jake had a meager lunch and kept on going.
At around late afternoon, Jake took out an envelope that read:
1365, Marshmallow st,
MS, Candy f***ing Kingdom,
1214
NO RETURN ADDRESS!
"This guy use words worse than Lemongrab!" Jake said to himself, "And Marshmallow St.? That's a bad neighborhood. Gotta be careful."
It wasn't long before Jake came over the narrow, dangerous street. He looked around in anxiety. No matter how brave or tough he may be, he always felt uncomfortable when he came to an unknown neighborhood. The place was crammed with old apartment building from the last few centuries. People with tattoos and punk hair style sat in every entrance smoking cigarettes that Jake was sure was not found in stores. Kids with real guns 'played' around in the street. You never know when a bullet goes off.
Jake continues to look for house no.1365 as he passed the creepy looking people of this neighborhood. Even though Jake may be a strong guy inside, the mail-man uniform and the pink bike made him look like a chump. Some people grinned at him and muttered as he passed by. Being a mail-man sucks!