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SmokerForPeace

I was disgusted. Disgusted at everything. This world became too much, too much to handle. I had to break out of the chains and escape. Escape from what? Escape from the same mundane style of living every American lives. I sold my stereo and car for a one way ticket to New York. I hated people but at the same time they fascinated me. I believed that people were generally born greedy and

For a long time I had trouble accepting who I was. In my heart I knew who I was, but society told me I was someone else. I was uncomfortable with the person I was becoming. I tried to see myself in ten years but I couldn’t see anything. I was scared because my future belonged to uncharted waters. My life was to become a path not many have followed.

My plane arrived in New York around 3:00am. I stepped off the loading platform into another world. On the plane things were certain and guaranteed. I had my own place on the plane. If I needed to use the bathroom I had the luxury of knowing that it was right down the aisle. Off the plane nothing is guaranteed. I was thrown into a world where survival depended on the animal and the skills he possessed. I was still awake and buzzing from the cocktail drinks I chased down on the flight. The flight was long and my legs were cramped. It felt good to walk. I made my way from the gate to the baggage claim without a hassle. I waited with the other passengers for the light to flash and the bell to ring so we could get our suitcases and get away. While I waited for my bag I watched with delight as a small boy tried to get his families bag off the revolving platform. The bag was twice his size but he was determined to prove his worthiness to his parents. He needed to show that he is growing up and ready to take on new responsibilities.

I lugged my bag out to the taxi pickup platform. A shiny yellow cab greeted me as I exited the airport. The driver gave me a smile and helped with my bag. People can be so good hearted when money is involved. The driver inquired for my destination but I was clueless as to where I would end up. After a few moments of thinking and silence I requested to be driven to a fairly cheap motel. I shot the breeze with the driver for a while, but he was no Einstein. I asked where he was from but he got a bit touchy about my question. Maybe he was oversensitive about race, as most people are. Or perhaps he is running from something, something in his past that he isn’t ready to face. We drove by Central Park and I remember walking through there with my dad years earlier on a road trip. I was dropped off in front of a run down motel with a bright neon sign flashing vacancy.

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Cosmic Charley how do you do?
Truckin' in style along the avenue
Dumdeedumdee doodley doo
Go on home, your mama's calling you

 

SmokerForPeace

Sorry for no paragraph spacing. I have spacings then I press submit thread and they all go away. I'll post more of this story if it generates any interest. Now there's some spacing, but it still wont let me indent.

Proud_Canadian

Interesting so far...is this a personal account or is it fictional?

SmokerForPeace

Fictional but the main character resembles me.

vaya

Id like to hear more if there's any interest in writing more.

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I Wish For Peace Between The Races Someday We Shall All Be One
Coming To The Surface There's Fire All Around But This Is An Illusion

 

SmokerForPeace

My eyes ached as I walked into the brightly-lit motel lobby. Invasive fluorescent lights had been scattered randomly among the ceiling. The warm air of the lobby was a welcome from the cold brutal outdoors. An elderly man sat in a corner dragging on a cigarette and staring into space. He sat with his cane in his hands and his feet crossed in front of him. The receptionist welcomed me with a phony smile and asked if I need a room. I was begging to grow tired so I made the conversation fast. After a few minutes of talking she handed me the key to my room. I carried my bag up the stairs because the faithful elevator refused to work. I trudged up four flights of stairs huffing and puffing with each step. I was by no means in great shape, nor was I unhealthy. I finally reached the top and opened the door. The door was covered with graffiti and screeched as I opened it. The halls were narrow and poorly lit. The place reeked of cheap wallpaper and bleach. A most unpleasant mixture of smells. I had trouble with the key but I finally got through into my room. The key was an old fashioned metal one, ages old comapred to the newer card keys. The room had a pungent smell of cigarettes and plain old age. I don’t mind a cigarette every once in a while but I could never stand the smell. Besides the smell the room turned out to be ok. The T.V had a wide variety of channels for me to choose from. I was amazed at how many channels there were. How much passive entertainment do we need? Each channel was playing a replicate of the show a channel below it. Everything was the same, disgusting. I flipped through the channels for a while but found nothing on interest. I decided I wasn’t that tired so I decided to go get breakfast. I took a quick shower and out on a fresh pair of clothes. I grabbed my wallet and room key and headed out of the room.


I walked down the hallway and was surprised to find the elevator working. The elevator was empty as I stepped on. The elevator doors finally closed, looking like it might have been their last time closing. As the elevator descended the long shaft I began to feel guilty about leaving everyone back at home. I left my friends and family without notice. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic and I had to break away. The elevator reached the lobby and I stepped off into the lobby. The receptionist gave me a suspicious look as to why I was leaving so early in the morning. I couldn’t blame her though; she must have to deal with worlds of shady characters. I stepped out of the lobby and was surprised to find that the sun was begging to show its self over the horizon of sky scrappers. Even the sun shines in New York. I walked a few blocks until I found a little dinner that looked like it would suit me. I approached the doors and unfortunately they were locked. They don’t open for another thirty minutes but I don’t really feel like waiting. When a man wants food, he wants food. Across the street a McDonalds sat conveniently on the corner. To much avail they were open and serving hot breakfast. I ordered a cup of coffee and a couple sausage biscuits. I sat down in the back corner so I could eat and watch people at the same time. For a while the place was dead, but as the time went one more and more people started to show up. First a family came in who just ended a long road trip from Kansas. They all got along great and you could tell they really enjoyed being with each other. The son and daughter playfully joked around with each other and laughed. The wife and husband were holding hands and smiling, just soaking in the atmosphere of a different city and a different McDonalds.