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Trucel Jim wakes up in the stinky garage attached to his mothers house as he has for the past 25 years. His mother is long gone but she left him the house as a last gift. He didn't have to sleep in the garage, he just preferred being surrounded by his star wars, star trek, and gothic horror collectables.
He goes inside to his messy kitchen, grease covering everything. As he walks in a rat scurries away under a pile of redbull and lo carb monster energy drinks.
He looks in the fridge but hes all out of hungry mans and michelles pizza rolls. "looks like its cans for breakfast again" he mutters. He quickly opens a can of sardines and starts eating. He lights up a black and mild he found by the lawn yesterday and puts out the ash in the can. He has finished breakfast.
"Its time to go to the library now", he thinks to himself. He grabs an old vynil bag and starts walking. Hes wearing the same black t shirt and black cargo pants he has been wearing since beyond all memory. It smells bad but the spring breeze helps dissapate some of it. The library is in sight and next thing you know he walks in.
He goes to browse some movies and takes some obscure horror and fantasy ones and throws them in his bag. He also sees a comic book and a fantasy novel that catches his eyes and takes it. Something to do with dragons. Something to distract from this brutal existence. Now its time for computer. He sits at his favorite computer and starts browing random youtube videos with music in the backround. He loads up different forums online about being a lonely man. He sees something funny and chuckles to himself even though others can hear him:" Now this is life fuel".
Schools out and the kids start comeing in. Becuase trucel Jim wasnt very wealthy he lived in an area with a large amount of african americans. Some of the youths make comments as they walk past like: "Gandalf looking ass", and "Harry potter looking ass". Trucel Jim ignores them as he doesnt really care and theres nothing he can do. At least someone has acknowledged his existance. He sees the other youths playing Roblox on the computers and remembers when he used to play runescape when he was young. Time flies by as he daydreams about what could have been. Maybe if he was just less ugly and autistic he could be living a real life too.
The library is ready to close and a librarian taps him on the shoulder. "we are closing soon sir". At first Jim doesnt compute what happened. " She is talking to me? why?".
"we are closing, are you ok?"
"Oh yes sorry" He says realizing its closing time. Still shaken at human interaction he checks his things out and leaves. He walks past bars of people interacting and having fun, and past children reminding him that somehow other people still have relationships. Its dark and hes finally home. He relives himself in a pee bottle since the toilet is clogged and lies down on his mattress to go to sleep. Thats good night for trucel Jim!
He goes inside to his messy kitchen, grease covering everything. As he walks in a rat scurries away under a pile of redbull and lo carb monster energy drinks.
He looks in the fridge but hes all out of hungry mans and michelles pizza rolls. "looks like its cans for breakfast again" he mutters. He quickly opens a can of sardines and starts eating. He lights up a black and mild he found by the lawn yesterday and puts out the ash in the can. He has finished breakfast.
"Its time to go to the library now", he thinks to himself. He grabs an old vynil bag and starts walking. Hes wearing the same black t shirt and black cargo pants he has been wearing since beyond all memory. It smells bad but the spring breeze helps dissapate some of it. The library is in sight and next thing you know he walks in.
He goes to browse some movies and takes some obscure horror and fantasy ones and throws them in his bag. He also sees a comic book and a fantasy novel that catches his eyes and takes it. Something to do with dragons. Something to distract from this brutal existence. Now its time for computer. He sits at his favorite computer and starts browing random youtube videos with music in the backround. He loads up different forums online about being a lonely man. He sees something funny and chuckles to himself even though others can hear him:" Now this is life fuel".
Schools out and the kids start comeing in. Becuase trucel Jim wasnt very wealthy he lived in an area with a large amount of african americans. Some of the youths make comments as they walk past like: "Gandalf looking ass", and "Harry potter looking ass". Trucel Jim ignores them as he doesnt really care and theres nothing he can do. At least someone has acknowledged his existance. He sees the other youths playing Roblox on the computers and remembers when he used to play runescape when he was young. Time flies by as he daydreams about what could have been. Maybe if he was just less ugly and autistic he could be living a real life too.
The library is ready to close and a librarian taps him on the shoulder. "we are closing soon sir". At first Jim doesnt compute what happened. " She is talking to me? why?".
"we are closing, are you ok?"
"Oh yes sorry" He says realizing its closing time. Still shaken at human interaction he checks his things out and leaves. He walks past bars of people interacting and having fun, and past children reminding him that somehow other people still have relationships. Its dark and hes finally home. He relives himself in a pee bottle since the toilet is clogged and lies down on his mattress to go to sleep. Thats good night for trucel Jim!
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