As he walked Emily upstairs he saw his neighbor Derek who he his wife and family of four, including the new baby girl who was born on Valentines Day reside under. He fared, "Hi Derek How's it going?" He said, "Good, You? " "Oh not bad, just tired from work" he replied. Derek asked, "How's married life treating you so far?" He excitedly said, "Very good!" As he was so livened by marrying his truest love, he tried to squeeze in to any how do you do, with the fact that he's happily married as his wife stands smiling besides him at every interjection to let it be known they're married. As he left to return a DVD Derek carried on by saying that he's taking his youngest on a stroll during the gloaming. He said that he was about to return a movie that he and his truest borrowed. Derek asked, "Oh you're doing the Blockbuster thing?" He replied, "No just the video store right up the street." And with that, they parted as he smiled on. Along the crossing of the bridge, this bridge feared by many of its pedestrians that it'll give in. A man was coming towards him and did not fare him a return smile. The streaks in the sky caused by the airplanes drove a nice line between the purples and blues. As he entered the currently rennovated video store the chime rung.

The employer tonight was the young well mannered young Trent Reznor looking man, whom was always kind and helpfull especially when he looked for odd video & dvd requests. He stated that he enjoyed the movie very much and said thanks as the shy young man smiled on. On his way back home He looked in the abandonned hotel which hosted one light on in the kitchen, which was left in a state of disarray. As he grew nearer home remembering to retrieve the daily mail he steadily stepped up the fragile steps which had only one railing to the front door of his apartment. He saw a spider's web but it was too late as his hand was snared by it as well as the web on the top of the mailbox cover but was easily cleaned off, yet not so easily was the feeling of something crawling in his hiar as it was last week when discarding the cardboard waste from work. As he came back into work last week, the timing was perfect, it was time for the second break. He relived this in his mind as he headed for his aparment set of stairs swinging his weight around the bottom post to centrifugally place himself at the stairs lay. As he entered the break room he deposited 50¢ to get a well earned and deserved Snickers bar. He sat where he usually sat and read the article in the Forbes magazine on "Employees From Hell" he promised himself he'd finish. As he read, and chewed he felt a tickle in his hair and a tick fell out of his hair. He immediately placed it in the empty water cup to show his fellow worker whom disposed of the cardboard with him near the pine trees. His friend jumped and scraped his fingers back and across his head. He laughed but was concerened.

As he entered his home he called out to his wife whom was watching the two-hour season finale of 24, to let her know he'd returned. He gazed into the refrigerator hoping to see a bottle of Corona he hoped he didn't count, but knew he'd had the last with dinner.

He is I, and after i'd come upstairs i'd planned to write about this window in my life from a writer's view. The DVD i returned was Stranger Than Fiction which tugged at the eager heart of a writer,and had made me sad as the fate of the characters known only by the writer is an unfair advantage. There are fates i know of, but am not at the liberty to spill all, when signaled i can say one thing. But it's of no comfort or release to those that live through even if the one lives through the transformation. My life is a dream, and i've accepted that other than the fate that we make for ourselves, i know where i come into the story, the story is of me, but as every loop meets its beginning we too see the forefront of where we come in, it's too late to stop the fate, it's innevitable. Every step you take or don't take, by your desicion or the gift you give chance to take your move for you. It's going to happen.

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