Jack was for now on a good pace. He couldn’t think of the time but just walking he kept himself busy. Just thinking of each step, he wasn’t really in pain, uncomfortable sure but in pain. He was okay. The steps he imagined them slowly adding up. He could’ve counted them if he had his phone. He guessed that once he got back home he could figure it out. Just measure them for one mile or something then back calculate.
He’d be fine he thought. He’d be fine. The first thing he wanted to do at home was shower he thought. That would be nice. Hot it would cleanse him.
He had never realise all the trash he thought. The road or his view from the car must mostly block that he thought. It’s crazy. Not like it covered the grass but like every other house had at least a plastic bag in their lawn. He liked to think that if he would’ve know he’d do this soon he would’ve brought a trash bag or something. He liked this idea. Just walking and picking up trash people would like it, people would love it.
He’d be fine he thought. He’d be fine. The first thing he wanted to do at home was shower he thought. That would be nice. Hot it would cleanse him.
He had never realise all the trash he thought. The road or his view from the car must mostly block that he thought. It’s crazy. Not like it covered the grass but like every other house had at least a plastic bag in their lawn. He liked to think that if he would’ve know he’d do this soon he would’ve brought a trash bag or something. He liked this idea. Just walking and picking up trash people would like it, people would love it.