3/27/2023 0 Comments Brian comic the monster within![]() I didn't talk in public, rather using sign language. I noticed there was a couple on the aisle with the candy, but didn't think much of it and walked past them, signing an 'excuse me' with my free hand. I picked up a bag of barbecue chips and placed it in my basket, next to the half-gallon of milk and the water bottle. Walking through the barren aisles when no one is around to judge and stare at you is truly a blessing. Going to Target at ten at night is, although obviously unsafe, probably one of my favorite things. "There you go." Sighing, I popped a strawberry into my mouth and stood, turning to the small television on the table. I took a few crimson books off the shelf, as well as some of the blues, and put the new ones on the shelf. ![]() I loved organizing the books by color but the red section was far too large for its own good. The bookshelf was almost full, and I would need to sell some of the novels soon. "Alright, where can I put you?" I muttered to my books, kneeling next to the white bookshelf that stood in the corner next to the bar. I bought my furniture from garage sales and Goodwill, and most of my clothes as well. After taking a job as a waitress at a cafe down the street, I lived a pretty good life. The walls were painted over with a cream-colored paint and the bedroom was painted with an electric blue, but I really didn't have the money for any other major renovations. I had found my apartment on Craig's List eight months ago and with the cheap rent of $800 a month, I took it. I had found it at a garage sale a few months back as well as the scratched-up fridge and the coffee table I sat my food on. ![]() The couch I was sitting on, the only piece of large furniture in the "living room", had a few holes and patches where the leather had been torn away but was otherwise still good. "I really need to go to the store." After dicing up a few berries, mixing them into my yogurt and pouring a glass of milk I sat down on the couch with my dinner next to my month supply of books. There was nothing in the fridge except for a half-eaten package of strawberries, an almost-empty carton of milk and two cups of yogurt. Running back to shut the door, I locked it and strolled over to the small kitchen, kicking off my worn-out sneakers along the way. I peered over the large stack of books I was holding long enough to stumble over to the couch where I set the stack of reading material down. I stuck the key into the lock on the rusted metal doorknob and pushed the door to my apartment open with a foot, mainly because my hands were occupied. ![]()
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