Prologue
First, I must apologize for all the spelling and grammatical errors that will follow since I am posting this from my phone. I do not have much time to type this since I am awaiting the police to come break down my door and take me away. So if anytime during my retelling of the story it just ends you know that they have got me and I will never be heard of again.
Chapter 1: Another Week Ending
The end of the week is what I look forward to the most. I wake up each morning dreading stepping out of my bed, I hit the snooze button half a dozen times before finally waking myself up thinking about the week ending. I put my two feet on the cold, cold floor and that gives me just enough energy to make my way to the shower.
It is the same routine everyday in the week. I get in my car at 6:47 am everyday and reach the store to buy my donut and juice at 7:15am this happens through out the week. (The times differ a little each day, but because of my OCD I change the clock in my car and on my watch to the exact time)
Finally, when I reach work I take the first twenty minutes to rearrange my desk.(I hate the fact I have to share my desk with an evening person) I must put my pens in the proper place and arrange the colors just like the visible spectrum, I am not sure why I have different color pens since I can only right with black. I put the audio on my computer speakers to 33% and listen to Cake Walk by The Snake The Cross and The Crown. After, the song is finished I have to go to water cooler where all the other employees are talking amongst themselves. This is how I find out what is happening on the old boob tube. I dont own a television, I liked the old days when they had the old radio programs, and thats what the ol water cooler reminds me of. After, finding out about all the good shows on Thursday; I go back to my desk to fill out the heap of paper work that has compiled on my desk, not knowing where it came from or who it goes too, I spend next four hours doing this until lunch time. Every day I eat the same thing while at work; using the hot plate I make a grilled cheese and the microwave I make a nice can of soup, tomato.
Here it comes every Friday my boss, Mr. Crawford, asks me when I am going to shave off my beard. I always give him the same response a quick smile and then I take a toothpick of my beard to get the piece of bread that is stuck between my top right lateral incisor and cuspid. He always looks at me with the same look, pure bewilderment. After that look I know my work week is over.
On my drive back home is the first time I am actually happy. I drive by the place that I will be at on Saturday. This has been a ritual for 2 years now, I got go get a nice pie and watch the house band play. I hope one day they come out with a cd, because listening to there music is the only thing that really gives me any joy at life. Each week I am hoping to gain some friends and maybe even talk to a girl while I am there, but the band has such a young following, I am still hoping they catch on and people my age start showing up at there shows.
Chapter 2: Saturday;My Favorite Day
This day I wake up early and there is no resistance by me of getting out of my bed, even though I didnt sleep that well because of the anticipation of today. I put on the same thing every week: pair of blue jeans, button up shirt, a drivers cap, and my sunglasses (the stage lights give me a headache). I start my way to my favorite place in the world. I park my car and an empty space, the few there are, and make my way into the building.
I enter and I can see that the arcade portion of the place is packed, that is good for me that means I can get a good seat in the restaurant/band area. I order myself a nice BBQ Chicken Pizza and my pizza should arrive right before the band comes on.
Here comes my favorite part: My pizza makes it way out to my table and then Pasqually, drummer comes out. Then, he says in his italian accent Thats A Mighty Fine Pizza. I laugh so hard I almost choke everytime. He then introduces the rest of Munchs Make Believe Band, theres Mr. Munch on keyboard, Japser T. Jowls on guitar, and of course Helen Henny the singer. They play there usually hits and take a break, so this is when I go get my feet wet. I am afraid to swim, but the have a great big ball pit here so I always go there and take my shoes off and just dip my feet itin. It reminds me of a pool, but doesnt have the water so it makes me happy.
Chapter 3:A Terrible Ending For a Perfect Day
While sitting beside the ball pit a gentleman comes over and taps me on the shoulder. He asks me what the hell I am doing here and told me he has been watching me since I arrived her. I told him I am just waiting for the band to come back on, and then he pushed me into the ball pit and followed after me. I gave out a quick yell becuase I never wanted to step foot in that pit. He pushes me down and begins hitting me so I start throwing the balls at him and finally kicked him off me. I then started beating him in the head repeatedly with a yellow ball, until Mr. Chuck E. Cheese himself pulled me off him. I ran out of there without my shoes and started my car and sped off to my house. I kept hearing hearing police sirens, so I know my time on the outside is thin. I reach my house and wait until the police come and take me away.
Its been three weeks of me staring out my blinds and still they havent shown up. I am glad I save a lot of vacation time from work. I bet the police are waiting for me to show back up there. I guess I will be safe as long as I dont go back there. I really dont know how long I can go on without seeing my favorite band.
Chapter 4: Rejuvenated
I go outside and pick up one of the old newspapers and to my surprise what do I find. I instantly drop out of my depression to find out that a new Chuck E Cheeses is opening right down the street. Even better that they are hiring. So tomorrow, Monday I will start off the week with a smile.
First, I must apologize for all the spelling and grammatical errors that will follow since I am posting this from my phone. I do not have much time to type this since I am awaiting the police to come break down my door and take me away. So if anytime during my retelling of the story it just ends you know that they have got me and I will never be heard of again.
Chapter 1: Another Week Ending
The end of the week is what I look forward to the most. I wake up each morning dreading stepping out of my bed, I hit the snooze button half a dozen times before finally waking myself up thinking about the week ending. I put my two feet on the cold, cold floor and that gives me just enough energy to make my way to the shower.
It is the same routine everyday in the week. I get in my car at 6:47 am everyday and reach the store to buy my donut and juice at 7:15am this happens through out the week. (The times differ a little each day, but because of my OCD I change the clock in my car and on my watch to the exact time)
Finally, when I reach work I take the first twenty minutes to rearrange my desk.(I hate the fact I have to share my desk with an evening person) I must put my pens in the proper place and arrange the colors just like the visible spectrum, I am not sure why I have different color pens since I can only right with black. I put the audio on my computer speakers to 33% and listen to Cake Walk by The Snake The Cross and The Crown. After, the song is finished I have to go to water cooler where all the other employees are talking amongst themselves. This is how I find out what is happening on the old boob tube. I dont own a television, I liked the old days when they had the old radio programs, and thats what the ol water cooler reminds me of. After, finding out about all the good shows on Thursday; I go back to my desk to fill out the heap of paper work that has compiled on my desk, not knowing where it came from or who it goes too, I spend next four hours doing this until lunch time. Every day I eat the same thing while at work; using the hot plate I make a grilled cheese and the microwave I make a nice can of soup, tomato.
Here it comes every Friday my boss, Mr. Crawford, asks me when I am going to shave off my beard. I always give him the same response a quick smile and then I take a toothpick of my beard to get the piece of bread that is stuck between my top right lateral incisor and cuspid. He always looks at me with the same look, pure bewilderment. After that look I know my work week is over.
On my drive back home is the first time I am actually happy. I drive by the place that I will be at on Saturday. This has been a ritual for 2 years now, I got go get a nice pie and watch the house band play. I hope one day they come out with a cd, because listening to there music is the only thing that really gives me any joy at life. Each week I am hoping to gain some friends and maybe even talk to a girl while I am there, but the band has such a young following, I am still hoping they catch on and people my age start showing up at there shows.
Chapter 2: Saturday;My Favorite Day
This day I wake up early and there is no resistance by me of getting out of my bed, even though I didnt sleep that well because of the anticipation of today. I put on the same thing every week: pair of blue jeans, button up shirt, a drivers cap, and my sunglasses (the stage lights give me a headache). I start my way to my favorite place in the world. I park my car and an empty space, the few there are, and make my way into the building.
I enter and I can see that the arcade portion of the place is packed, that is good for me that means I can get a good seat in the restaurant/band area. I order myself a nice BBQ Chicken Pizza and my pizza should arrive right before the band comes on.
Here comes my favorite part: My pizza makes it way out to my table and then Pasqually, drummer comes out. Then, he says in his italian accent Thats A Mighty Fine Pizza. I laugh so hard I almost choke everytime. He then introduces the rest of Munchs Make Believe Band, theres Mr. Munch on keyboard, Japser T. Jowls on guitar, and of course Helen Henny the singer. They play there usually hits and take a break, so this is when I go get my feet wet. I am afraid to swim, but the have a great big ball pit here so I always go there and take my shoes off and just dip my feet itin. It reminds me of a pool, but doesnt have the water so it makes me happy.
Chapter 3:A Terrible Ending For a Perfect Day
While sitting beside the ball pit a gentleman comes over and taps me on the shoulder. He asks me what the hell I am doing here and told me he has been watching me since I arrived her. I told him I am just waiting for the band to come back on, and then he pushed me into the ball pit and followed after me. I gave out a quick yell becuase I never wanted to step foot in that pit. He pushes me down and begins hitting me so I start throwing the balls at him and finally kicked him off me. I then started beating him in the head repeatedly with a yellow ball, until Mr. Chuck E. Cheese himself pulled me off him. I ran out of there without my shoes and started my car and sped off to my house. I kept hearing hearing police sirens, so I know my time on the outside is thin. I reach my house and wait until the police come and take me away.
Its been three weeks of me staring out my blinds and still they havent shown up. I am glad I save a lot of vacation time from work. I bet the police are waiting for me to show back up there. I guess I will be safe as long as I dont go back there. I really dont know how long I can go on without seeing my favorite band.
Chapter 4: Rejuvenated
I go outside and pick up one of the old newspapers and to my surprise what do I find. I instantly drop out of my depression to find out that a new Chuck E Cheeses is opening right down the street. Even better that they are hiring. So tomorrow, Monday I will start off the week with a smile.