Literature
Sample Disc- A Day in the Life
It's two weeks after prom.
From my perspective, probably from his perspective, as well, it feels like years.
Holy shit, it feels like years.
Dressed in black and staring at a hole in the ground, and Ryan's dad is being lowered down, slow, slow, too slow, this day is too slow.
Ryan called me, frantic; "I haven't heard from him in days," he had said. Said that he was worried that something was wrong, and could I come with him to check in on his dad?
"Of course," I said, figuring it couldn't do any harm. Of course, of course I'll go with you to your dad's house.
And it stunk. It reeked. Like old beer, and too many cigarettes, and stale, an