"Cuuulllllllen!" Leroy hollered over the blaring NASCAR race as he walked into the unlocked room 808.
"Leroy?" Cullen said in disbelief as he peered out of his bedroom door in his underwear with . "Well, I'd recognize that voice anywhere! What in god's name are you doin' here?" He gave him a big hug with three firm pats on the back.
"Well, I knew you'd like some company in this uh.... place.. and I needed to hurry up and try and catch my big break. Paintlick just wasn't the place to do it. That bar down the street sounded like a right nice place for me. What do ya think Cullen?"
Cullen chuckled as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "Well, I don't know if I'd call it right nice but hey! You gotta start somewhere. I'd say thats an idea. Hell, if noone else'll watch ya, I will. I need somethin to do at night besides sittin in this dump! I don't know how much money I got to tip ya though, yer on ya own with that! But hey, I'll give the manager a ring and let him know yer comin to play at nights. We got pretty close since I been in there so much. I know he'd be open to mucha anything. You should be set there buddy!
They both laughed and kept talking like they did when they were kids. After he settled in and a couple hours went by, Leroy wandered out the door and into the hall. Every time he got a second to look around he took it. This place-Baltimore-this apartment-these people he saw around- were all nothing like he'd ever seen in his life. He walked to the elevator and mashed the button. He jumped when he heard the "ding" and looked to see a lit up arrow pointing upwards. The door opened and he just stared at the old woman holding a load of groceries and the boy in the elevator reading a magazine, and they stared back at him. After an awkward pause due to the two wondering why he wasn't getting on... the boy said "Going UP cowboy?" in an irritated tone.
Leroy didn't know where he was going. As the elevator let out an annoyed zzzzzzzzzzz for Leroy to hurry up and get on. He said, "Seems so! Up sounds like a right nice place to be headed. Don't wanna be goin down. Not with the big break I'm tryina catch! Ma'am you look like you've got yer hands full!" He reached and grabbed her bags. "Here ya go son. Help out yer granny!" he handed the boy half of the bag. The old woman and the boy just looked at him with confusion and disbelief. The old woman said uncomfortably, "Th-thank you sir, that sure is nice of you. I wish Alexander here were half the gentleman!"
He put the bags on their counter, shook their hands and tipped his hat. "Now yall take care, ya hear?" He wondered why they were so uncomfortable with him. He was only trying to help, that's just what you do...help folks right? He wandered down the street to the diner. All he was some sweet tea. He took off his hat and glanced around to find everyone staring at him. "How yall doin this fine afternoon?" No response. He had a seat and the waitress, named "Mandi" according to her tag asked him what he wanted. "Sweet tea and an extra bowl of lemons, thank ya ma'am." As somebody at the next table overheard and turned around and laughed- she informed that they didn't have it "up here."
Leroy sat and wondered what was going on with this place.
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Lady at the bus stop: Got damn white little mothas in they's cars and shit. I ain't never had no car.
she stands up and aimlessly walks in a circle, and then sits again, and looks for the bus.
Lady: Waiting for the got damn bus evry got damn monin. Sho, I had me my own's car i been to dat job bout good hour ago. got damn.
Finn is sitting in his car next to bus stop at a red light with his windows down, but no music playing
Lady: got damn white boy turn yo music off!
Finn: Sahrry? Vhat was thaat?
Lady: stands up again and walks in a circle mumbling to herself.
the light changes, finn drives away, and the bus arives. the lady gets on and a young man with a guitar gets off and walks across the street to the park.
The man's eyes were gentle, a light, dreamy blue,
So friendly, so trusting, like someone she knew.
But not from this town, no he didn't quite fit,
His smile alone was so nice and different.
Like he actually wanted to be where he was,
Not running away from the Baltimore buzz.
"Excuse me, dear lady?" Another man said,
Snapping back to reality, her cheeks turned bright red,
The doorman had caught her from hitting the ground,
Snazy smiled, then thanked him, while looking around.
Her mind wasn't set on the fact that she fell,
Instead her thoughts skipped back to what she knew well,
A light bubbly feeling, a sweet lively tune,
Where did the man go? She had to know soon.
His straw hat completed that country-boy look,
There was something about him, oh how her heart shook.
A car zoomed right by and then screeched to a halt,
Almost hitting a woman who yelled "It's your fault!"
The battle went on about why to blame who,
Yes this anger made up the town that she knew.
Steam rose from their heads and the clouds became dense,
Rain fell from the sky while she got a quick glimpse,
Of unhappy faces and frustrated frowns,
The storming, the blunder of negative sounds.
One woman stood out from all of the rest,
With her bright yellow heels and a show-girly dress.
She passed by with a pep in her step, filled with glee,
Snazy lit up inside feeling quite wonderfully.
To know that under these clouds of dark rain,
Were people like Snazy who shook off the pain,
Of real world problems through upsetting times,
Living life so upbeat like some uplifting rhymes.
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