Something I pounded out at the coffeehouse
I have no idea where this is going...correction, I have an idea, but this was not what I intended....figured it was time to post something after four months! Roger had developed a love and hate relationship over the years with the gawkers beyond his second story apartment's window. He was old enough now to know that life is much more complicated the older you get and no where near the black and white friends your childhood brought. He learned he loved his family; but liking was still up for discussion. The people outside his window were annoying him. They came by day and night and just stood there, failing to whisper at what they stared at. He supposed that he could move his computer away from the window and close the curtain more often. And, even though he hated the smell of smoke, he loved his cigarettes, so the location in his bedroom was maintained. He could smoke, chat online and stare at the annoying passersby. He knew why they were there. He admitted to himself, long after,...