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BEEP BEEP BEE-

"Ugh," he thinks as he stares at his alarm clock. It reads 6:04. "Another day in paradise." He rolls over, turning his back to the world and his responsibilities and tries to drift asleep again but the sound of his coffee pot brewing his morning medicine prevents him. With a sigh and a heave he lurches out of bed and into his dingy bathroom where he groggily does his business before starting his usual breakfast; mud and a smoke. As he leans out his tiny hole in the wall of an apartment's window to exhale he ponders the day's festivities. "School, work, homework. Pass out. Lather, rinse, repeat."

"Hey, jackass!" a voice calls from below and he cringes. "How many time's I gotta fuckin' tell ya? No smoking inside! You some kind of stupid or something?" his landlord screams at him.

"Do you not see me hanging out this window? I'm not inside. Besides, I'm quitting after this."

"You've been saying that for three fucking months!" the landlord says as he waddles back inside. "Get your act together kid."

He grimaces in disgust before conceding to the notion. He flicks his butt away, pours himself another cup, changes clothes and heads out the door. He gets in his car and begins his hour and a half drive to school. When he gets there his teachers drone on and on and then berate him for his lack of effort. It was a Tuesday, so he had his short day with only five classes back to back. From 8 am to 6 pm he trudged through. It was better than his Friday schedule though.

When his final class let out he made the 45-minute trek to the large hotel where he worked as a lifeguard at the indoor pool. Normally it wasn't a bad job. A few athletic business executives would swim laps before bed while the occasional vacationing senior citizen relaxed in the hot tub so he didn't have to pay to much attention. If nobody was there he could even do his homework.

Today however, for whatever reason, it was packed with horrendous little kids, running and shouting and breaking every rule on the deck. He would yell at one and before he could finish his statement there'd be three more brats breaking the same rule. "Where the hell are their parents?" he thought to himself though he knew they wouldn't be of any help against these monsters. He just had to sit there and watch them have fun while he stewed in his misery and anticipation of having to save one of them.

Finally his shift ended and he made the two-hour drive home. When he got in, he lit up, poured himself a scotch and collapsed into a chair. "Fuck homework" he said as he reached for his acoustic guitar. It was a beat up beginners model but it's the only thing in the world that keeps him going. Softly, gently he began anew.

Description
BEEP BEEP BEE-

"Ugh," he thinks as he stares at his alarm clock. It reads 6:04. "Another day in paradise." He rolls over, turning his back to the world and his responsibilities and tries to drift asleep again but the sound of his coffee pot brewing his morning medicine prevents him. With a sigh and a heave he lurches out of bed and into his dingy bathroom where he groggily does his business before starting his usual breakfast; mud and a smoke. As he leans out his tiny hole in the wall of an apartment's window to exhale he ponders the day's festivities. "School, work, homework. Pass out. Lather, rinse, repeat."

"Hey, jackass!" a voice calls from below and he cringes. "How many time's I gotta fuckin' tell ya? No smoking inside! You some kind of stupid or something?" his landlord screams at him.

"Do you not see me hanging out this window? I'm not inside. Besides, I'm quitting after this."

"You've been saying that for three fucking months!" the landlord says as he waddles back inside. "Get your act together kid."

He grimaces in disgust before conceding to the notion. He flicks his butt away, pours himself another cup, changes clothes and heads out the door. He gets in his car and begins his hour and a half drive to school. When he gets there his teachers drone on and on and then berate him for his lack of effort. It was a Tuesday, so he had his short day with only five classes back to back. From 8 am to 6 pm he trudged through. It was better than his Friday schedule though.

When his final class let out he made the 45-minute trek to the large hotel where he worked as a lifeguard at the indoor pool. Normally it wasn't a bad job. A few athletic business executives would swim laps before bed while the occasional vacationing senior citizen relaxed in the hot tub so he didn't have to pay to much attention. If nobody was there he could even do his homework.

Today however, for whatever reason, it was packed with horrendous little kids, running and shouting and breaking every rule on the deck. He would yell at one and before he could finish his statement there'd be three more brats breaking the same rule. "Where the hell are their parents?" he thought to himself though he knew they wouldn't be of any help against these monsters. He just had to sit there and watch them have fun while he stewed in his misery and anticipation of having to save one of them.

Finally his shift ended and he made the two-hour drive home. When he got in, he lit up, poured himself a scotch and collapsed into a chair. "Fuck homework" he said as he reached for his acoustic guitar. It was a beat up beginners model but it's the only thing in the world that keeps him going. Softly, gently he began anew.