Wednesday Night Write

My head's about to bust open. I can't take it anymore so I hit the space bar, pausing the movie that put this whole thing into motion. I get up and check the fridge for somethin' to wet my throat. Nothing. Just some scraps o' food and a bottle of hot sauce, hardly the right stuff for gettin' rid o' this headache. I throw on my jacket, grab my keys and I'm out the door. I get in the elevator and there's a girl already in it. She seems like kind of a bitch, so I don't mind when she gets out. As soon as she's out I put on my gloves. Tight, leather, beautiful black gloves. Perfect for an assassin, like me. But not really. The elevator doesn't stop until the lobby, 'cause it's late at night. I'm just getting the second glove on when the door opens into the white-floored room where the security guys are. I nod to them and head out into the city. I walk down the street, still thinkin' of that movie and how cool I feel since I've been watchin' it. Then it hits me. I should write this down like I'm in the damn picture! I'll sound just like Marv. It'll be great. Only I'll be me so it'll also be a bit funny...'cept when I drag it out for too long like I do with everything...Well, not everything. I giggle to myself as I walk down the street. I see Steve and the guy whose name I don't know but I see him all the time. I learn it eventually. My eyes start to water as a cold wind hits me square in the face. I wipe away the tear with my glove and admire the dark line on the finger when I take it away. It shimmers in the street light and I look at it till I'm at the corner. It's not that long. I cross the street, diagonally 'cause it's late and I can do that. Also, 'cause I've been watchin' that movie and it's something the folks in that flick would do. I walk into the deli and my ears get angry at the Christmas music comin' over the radio. I get mad, but then I remember it's after Thanksgiving. I go over to the drinks and choose my poison. A $0.99 can o' Arizona Green Tea. Too much sugar for this time o' night, but too good to pass up. I put it on the counter with a dollar. The guy behind the counter smiles at me and gives me my penny. My shiny lucky penny. Get me home safe, little guy. I put the penny in my pocket, tell the guy to have a good night and leave. On the corner I spot Nikki, a sweet girl I met during orientation. She's got a good heart and a pair of eyes to go with it. We talk about majors and room mates till we get inside. Once we're in the elevator the good-byes don't need to be said. They're assumed and once we get to my floor I say "Good night" and that's that. I walk down the hall way, takin' off my gloves and diggin' into my pocket for the keys. I stick my door and turn it to make sure it feels it. When the damage is done and my door is defeated, I push it open with my foot and walk in. I toss my gloves on the bed and sit down at my desk. The movie's still there. Right where I left it. I crack open my Green Tea and bring up Firefox. Then my favorites. I click the link that takes me to my blog and open up a new entry. I start typing. I hammer away at those keys, like Mozart, only I'm not makin' music. I'm paintin' pictures. About half way through my brush strokes I hear a familiar voice. It's Carolyn. I go out and say hi and tell her what I'm workin' on. It's a little bit silly how excited I am. She says she'd like to read it so I get her e-mail address. I send it to her when it's done. I come back in and finish it. It's done. I click "Publish Post."