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leather seats pressing firmly against my rump and lower back, the
Broadway,” I half whispered half grunted through the dim glow of the
cab whose only source of light was the setting sun. The polished black
town car sat facing east on Wall Street just parallel to the hustle and
again. I bent over to adjust the laces on my gloss black, polished, and
good suit these shoes could be worn to fulfill the most dignifying
purchased the shoes, I felt like I was getting a steal. Now, I somehow
dollars I had indeed spent for them less than six months previously. It
is tranquilizing how much your existence can transform within the time
that you own a single pair of dress shoes. I generally try to avoid
less than desirable. This day however, I had failed to take notice of the
weather while I was dressing for the office. My mind had seemed hazed
as the harbor; I had been lost in thought, like a young polar bear
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trepidation.
because it was spring. Had it been fall, these exact conditions would
sunny, nor excessively gloomy. Out the window, the trees were
jubilantly with tiny banners of green, yellow, and red, which signified to
the rest of us that spring had indeed come and the shivers of winter
possibility and ambition that I once settled in my eyes had been long
simply could not figure out what had happened, where had we gone
wrong.
the room just enough to get a glimpse at hope. She was beautiful,
gentle. Her smile could carry me for days and often did when I was
away for business. Her eyes were as deep as the ocean and equally as
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humming pleasantly. She waltzed around the room to her own rhythm,
dancing from one side of the bed to the other. Her light dress frolicked
gorgeous flower. One that had been seeded, rooted in my past, had
grown with me through time, and at that moment, was in full bloom. As
she looked up at me, her face was overcome with a ray of sunlight; the
bright light sparkled in her beautiful eyes in a way that took my breath
away.
“Although you haven’t read the thing in almost a week.” She was
from me.
“Nothing but lies and misdirected anger, day after day, all the
satisfied, or at least did not inquire any further. She unloaded a warm
crisp load of neatly folded clean laundry into our hand crafted
behind and pulled her close into my body. I kissed her neck and
inhaled an aroma honey. I whispered into her ear and she turned,
“You had better get going, you’re going to be late,” she said
flirtingly after a moment. I kissed her again and sat down on the edge
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of our bed. I pulled a fresh pair of socks over my feet.
“I love you, you know.” I told her softly and from the heart.
“First I’ve heard of it” she replied jokingly, then echoed, “I love
sticker my brother had sent to me. It read, “Spread My Work Ethic, Not
My Wealth”. I put on my jacket, kissed my love one last time and made
my way for the street with my suitcase in hand, leaving the newspaper
equally aged elevator, it was always faster to take the stairs. They
were dimly lit by two individual light bulbs in each section, which I
moldy basement during the winter and was always damp. The light
bulbs emitted a golden orange hue, and the paint in the stairwell was a
had inquired many times to see if maintenance could change the lights
to brighter ones. I had also insisted that they add a texture to the
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edges of the stairs; otherwise some one was doomed to take a fall,
was for me to use the elevator. I hated those stairs. The way they
squarely tunneled back down towards the streets, I could not help but
back into the stairwell after I stepped out into the street. There
seemed to be more people scurrying about than normal. With the over
tension. I looked into the lost and empty eyes of a few people passing
by. A few of them looked back at me, most didn’t even see me
flagging down a ride once across the river. “Wall Street and Pearl” I
mirror with contempt. He had green eyes, swollen and aged. In his
because it was early spring. He did not stink of body odor like many
drivers did; however his choice of cheap cologne burned my eyes until
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My mind was too unsettled to make small talk, and the driver
seemed like he was not interested in the least. So I sat there eyes
Salem State, and finally relieved to have been released into the world.
face to face at a local corner café to discuss some of the theories and
at the time, but they did prove beneficial. I was more of a big idea
grasp the core of what I was saying. However, the company that they
worked for had a bonus system in place that encourages its employees
rewarded with a five thousand dollar for every person hired. They
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informed me that they had already discussed the matter with their
In the first five years of working with the firm I was promoted
responsibilities serious and was intuitive. I worked hard and was good
bringing the team and I a warm meal, with a side of caring smile. She
was strong, and we were madly in love. All of the armies of the world
could not keep us from loving each other. But unfortunately business
could, and she always waited for me, greeting me with open arms and
euphoria, and when we were apart it was hell. With out her I was boat
pushing me to take risks for greater profits, and the unsettling feeling
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that my fellow employees families livelihood depended on the decision
expansion was often in the words that I spoke and the predictions I
made. Most of the time I was right, but once in a while the warnings
failed to get through to the people who needed to hear them and I
honest than a used car salesman. The politicians were only slightly
better dressed, had whiter teeth, and their wives didn’t normally have
they had an addiction to power, they stole money from other people to
maintain their addiction, and they only cared about preserving their
anything other than their own power, it was easy to convince them
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fa as I can bring ya, Eight dolla’s” His words stung my ears as early
morning took shape around me once again. Up ahead I saw that the
ambulances that I could see, only a large group of people. I paid the
driver and oriented myself; I was about three blocks from my office
could again feel the tension building, these people seemed angry. They
the people were holding signs, one read, “abolish money” another,
that? I looked at the young man holding the sign, no longer hearing
and weak minded, he had tattoos going up both arms to his elbows
where ink was met with a black tee shirt. His face was pale and was
not complemented at all by his dark and greasy looking hair. He wore
slacks that were surely three sizes too small, along with a stupid smug
smile. I saw that, ironically, he was wearing flashy new Nike sneakers. I
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conjunction with that retarded phrase he was proudly holding high
over his head. It was my job to understand people like him and I did.
latest trends set by MTV, E!News Nightly and the likes. He was there
because it was cool and trendy, not because he had the slightest
sea of people was within sight when I heard, “Theif!” cry out from
see if it was directed towards me, I already new. Like a gazelle crying
out in defeat, over powered by a loin, the voiced called out. Angry,
gazelle. I could understand that these people were upset, but what had
I done to them? Who exactly are they suggesting had I stole from I
everything that they lacked in themselves and they hated me for it. I
pushed through the wall off people like a truck plowing snow, finally
as I continued to my office.
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delicately reminded me that everyone else started at nine am and
unscathed. He was big man, tall and solid. He had short grey hair, thin
grey eyebrows, and yellow stained teeth. His eyes lined up to mine and
chili and his fingertips were stained by nicotine. I informed him there
was a protest down the street that had blocked the road and I had to
told him that I would not let it happen again and he stormed off to go
neighboring department.
help but take offence to the fact that I had been accused of something
the day the only thing that had changed from when you arrived that
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morning was your energy level. There was always a day’s work left for
Out side on the street again, the breeze was damp cool and the
air felt electrified. Had it been July, bolts of lighting and crashes of
fitting leather seats pressing firmly against my rump and lower back,
dim glow of the cab whose only source of light was the setting sun. The
polished black town car sat facing east on Wall Street just parallel to
the hustle and bustle of rush hour traffic. We started moving and after
a short while we were stopped again. I bent over to adjust the laces on
with a stern posture and a good suit these shoes could be worn to fulfill
time, when I purchased the shoes, I felt like I was getting a steal. Now,
and twelve dollars I had indeed spent for them less than six months
previously.
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Just then there was a commotion outside on the street. I didn’t
even have time to look up before the car door next to me whipped
open violently. I realized then that the town car had been surrounded
belt held me in briefly but one of the hands found the release.
and vibrant sunset to the west as I lost a shoe to friction with the road.
see that the hands had turned to fists. They pelted me all over my ribs,
excitement and anger I hear the cry, “thief!” I was carried down
A quick blur preceded piercing pain and explosion of blood from my left
eyelid as I was hit again and again. The taste of blood filled my mouth,
looked scared now, not so trendy as I stared at him and he back at me.
I wanted to yell out, for help, to halt the madness. But my voice would
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the ground. My brief case was missing, my suit was in shreds, I was
and in fear as the crowed erupts with applause. A man without a shirt
sported black and worn military style work boots. The crazed look in
his eyes makes my heart skip a beat. As a circle forms around the man
and I, he turns and yells into the microphone. The mob sings out in
ruthless cheer. I lay there, two feet off the sidewalk assaulted and
covered in blood. People are all around but nobody helps me, not one-
person try’s to save me. The man with the bullhorn bens down and
back then spits in my face. Now, I cry out in like a gazelle, as he drags
me by my hair closer to where the curb meets the road. I roll over to
face the sky, using the sidewalk as a pillow. I cant breath; nerves all
over my body are reporting the damage excruciatingly. The man with
the bullhorn eyes suddenly get real cold and dark, at that moment he
hate filled eyes directly on me, then yelled into the microphone, “Fuck
the man!” before lifting his foot, which bore the heavy work boot, the
sidewalk.
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