Heres a sneak peek at what I plan on spending my time writing, a semi autobiographical account. I wonder what adventures ill give Finnegan
Finn woke up to the static sound of some awful Rihanna song emanating from his clock radio, his hand sluggishly reaching out and slapping the snooze button to remove the noise, than turned off the device. He slumped over and put his hands in his face, annoyed by the sluggish possession of insomnia over his mind and the inevitable, oily feeling of acne developing on his nose. He went to his nasty restroom and began splashing his face with cold air and drinking large gulps. He put on his paint splattered jeans and left the apartment, walking over to The Lamplight.
Finn took a seat at the back of the restraint, far away enough from the other patrons and close to a window and in the smoking section. He stared at the window, becoming increasingly focused on a bird perched on a jeep.
“uhh sir, sir!” he suddenly whipped back, terrified and surprised at this somehow unexpected surprise. He laughed a little with the waitress in a rather nervous fashion. “uum, some coffee to start” he said stammering, staring at the menu. The chunky, cute waitress sauntered off and came back to pour his coffee.
“What can I get you Finn?” he began to think and he began to nervously ponder his breakfast options, he had been coming into the restraint, every morning for the past two years and had been ordering Belgian Waffles for the past 4 months. Now if he ordered his usual, he wouldent be disappointed plus he didn’t want to talk to the waitress and figured that ih he tried something new that the woman would react strangely. He couldent take that and he answerd “A Belgian Waffle with Apples” he said dryly
“Boy you are one creature of habit, I have a nephew just like that, of course he has Aspergers, do you know what Aspergers is?” he responds to this sudden query of questions by smiling lightly in a rather contrived fashion that still seemed sincere enough to fool the woman. She left and he thought to himself “No Goddamn way to shut up that cow!” he said under his breath, stacking the little jelly containers into a tower. He soon became fixated on this tower and was considering stealing other containers from other tables when the waitress snuck up and surprised him again.
“Heres your waffle sir”
Knocking down his tower in surprise he mutters irritably “Son of a f*****g sharks c**t.” He looks back at her and apologizes profusely, embarrassed at the show hes put on for the other diners and the staff. He eats his breakfast quickly and leaves very fast, tipping generously.
He wanders home now, his hands flapping vigourously. He is humiliated and knows he can never go back into that diner. What’s worse, he had work in an hour. He quickly left his home to go to his desk job at TetraTech. Riding in his cab, he listens intimately to his drivers accent as he speaks in some strange tongue. The tower is soon before him. He once loved looking at monoliths like these and dreamed of becoming an architect. 5 years of his job though and the tower now symbolized the dark side of adulthood, and he felt his sould shrivel a little it at the buildings sight.
22 Sep 2012, 8:14 am
