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as jay gazed across the shallow evening lights outside with his window, the last sliver of the sun's elegant yellow rays faded. the night had just started. despite this, jay could not break his daze of the brilliant black sky right above him. he was too comforted by the nostalgic aura the room filled with to look away. it was like one summer evening he felt in the middle of august. school was going to start in just a few days, so little jay decided to take a walk around his quiet, seemingly ghosted neighborhood with houses he still didnt recognize. after he finished walking around that neighborhood he would be met with miles of roads and countrysides that put him in a peaceful state of mind before deciding to walk back, in fear of getting lost and returning home exhausted.
jay eventually gets after finding nothing sentimental-worth of the sky anymore. he hops on his bed and turns on some hippo campus on his spotify.
"i wonder when my life will get interesting," he ponders, staring at the slowly spinning fan on the ceiling.
thinking of nothing for several minutes, he exhausts himself just by laying down. despite having nothing to do, going back to that position would kill him just by the thought of it. he would rather do absolutely anything else.
"well, im kind of hungry i guess, maybe ill just get some pizza and vibe"
he opens his minifridge, the only refrigerator in his apartment, that's located right next to his bed, so he doesnt really have to get up. what a surprise, so many liquids, but no food. alcohol, soda, milk, and bologna were among the only things he could find. maybe there was an expired stick of butter in the drawer? he was quite used to eating expired foods, being too lazy to get out and go to the grocery store.
"oh well, ig its time i go back to some place and get just enough to last a few days."
he locks his apartment door and walks down the staircases and gets in his car, parked near the sidewalk.
the rusty engine whines and sputters.
"work you damn whore," yells jay, frustrated
the car, for the sack of paying homage to, we'll call the Cockmobile, finally revs up and gets ready to go to the gas station jay initially planned to go to.
he arrives a few minutes later, the place having but a few cars in the parking lot and a middle aged man doing crack on the sidewalk.
"this is just what i like."
the bright lights of the gas station light up the surrounding area and door, giving jay a sense of relief that he's finally at a place he recognizes.
he gets a few party sized bags of doritos and a water pack, along with some sour patch kids before turning his way back to the cash register.
"we appreciate your wearing of a mask in the establishment," kindly remarks the cashier.
"um... no worries," answers jay hurryingly. his stomach was grumbling like thunder.
"10.72."
jay reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his rigid wallet, attempting to scrape down some loose change.
"darn. no money. ill just use my credit card please."
he swipes his card and thanks the worker as he approaches his car once more.
"wait! wait! dont go yet!! dont gooooo!!!!"
"p-punitro? what are you doing outside? get to sleep."
"you dont understand jay, ive been evicted, got no money, and no place to sleep. can you lend me a hand?"
"ig dude. but you need to get your life back in shape soon. i cant let you keep sleeping on the couch everyday."
"thanks so much bro!!"
jay sighs, enters his car with punitro, and they drove back as the Cockmobile sputtered.
...
to be continued
