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down the carpeted stairs
and into the kitchen.
Freddie no longer in his basket.

cup of tea to start the day.
it feels good to smoke a cigarette
with a cup of tea in the morning, but
I resisted the temptation. I don't want
my habit to start early all the time.

I went without breakfast because I
wasn't hungry, I don't have an appetite.
my brother asked me if I'd like a
baguette from down the road,
and I declined the offer.

I checked to see if there was any
mail in the crumbling porch; yes there
was, but nothing for me.

what can I do today? I thought. I decided
to check my bank balance, so off I
went down the road
with calluses on my toes fighting
the pavement.

I checked my money at the
cash machine; a sensation was
within me, there was doe!

so off I went on my way to town
with my lists in my pockets. No
more chewing gum in those trousers.

as I approached the bus-stop, I
noticed my neighbours standing
there. But I didn't want to walk
up because I wasn't in the
mood for idle chit-chat. This
and that.

And to make matters worse my
required bus pulled at the stop,
but I stopped for a cigarette
a fair distance away instead
of running for it. I knew
pointless conversation would
erupt if I went anywhere near
or on that bus. I caught the
next one, five minutes after.

In town, I spent a bit of cash
on music and books. There was a
particular autobiography which I
couldn't find; unfortunately.

After hauling myself with a
load of items, I decided it was
time to enter my favourite
coffee place.
I ordered a medium cappuccino,
but I was given a freakin soup
bowl. Took me a while to
drink the liquid of epic proportions.

When I left, I ended up walking
around with my eyes wide open.
Hardly blinking. I wasn't used to
the caffeine, because
the cupboard at home
had recently been
transformed into a block of caffeine-free
produce. Not on my part.
I had a gaze, akin to Christopher Lambert.

Not much else to do, so I got on the
bus back home. Why did I wear
a jumper on such a hot day? I was
boiling on that bus. Hardly any
windows open, plus the amount of people
giving off body-heat made
for a stuffy environment. I
didn't want to take my jumper
off on the bus. I had to
endure the journey for half-
an-hour, with the sweat attacking
me.

Then, finally, off I stepped.