Short Story
Big Boy
This flyer, or poster, whatever. Big freaking thing was outside my apartment, that guy told me to not fly that high, and just write that it was 2016. I was listening to some music, His steps bounce all over the building as if we were in a trampoline, the conversation exploded.
—Why are you listening to that?— He question himself or myself, who would it know? In fact the song was just happen to be playing randomly.
—There are most depressive songs, and bands— I said.
He played another song, took of the random playlist the internet played. It was a most depressing song that the one before. Took a sip of the beer and finishing it just to write another poem while the cat sitting one my lap was giving me small bites on my wrist, and right arm. Got confuse about how would I finish this and why, or, what. Thinking about a friend I lost and the good things that happened to us, Death Cab For Cutie - A Movie Script Ending started randomly, I fled.










