Other people didn’t believe that Pete spent all of his time like this. Jack and Sean Don didn’t at least. They’d heard about it, that some people would spend their time watching others. They knew the cameras were up, they didn’t know that their area was one of the most...

People online sometimes called this a goon out. It was sort of like a crash out of the olden days, a panic attack or something. The goon out was more like you've become aware of the real world, while losing sight of what you were watching. It happens to everyone...

Sean Don went down the street again. This time he stopped at the dinner parking lot again. He thought maybe he miscalculated. He thought about going left instead. 

His gas gauge read full still. Which was nice he thought. He had recently that you should try to notice these things....

Sean had also a selfish streak about him. It wasn't always, but at a perceived slight. The problem with this is that in the right frame of mind, there could always be this. 

In the case of Jack walking back home from the airport there wasn't this in the same...

Sean Don got it sometimes. It was a combination of a burst of energy combined with the fact he didn't have much going on the next day. But he loved things like this. He really was having fun, trying to think like Jack going on and around the city. 

If...

A few cars had passed Jack. Although he was now a little ways from the road. But I lit like 2 or 3 in an hour. That wasn’t that much. It was nothing he thought. 

During the day this road was full. Not like bumper to bumper traffic. But he...

Sean Don had stopped his car before the diner. Something had caught his eye in a dumpster near another building so he was going through it. He found a soccer ball and an old fish tank. Good as new. The soccer ball needed some air. But other than that seemed...

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...

Jack was walking now. He had cooled down in the restaurant, he wasn't sweating anymore. But he became painfully aware of how long it had been without showering. He just wanted to get home, if he imagined how long it was he was probably half way. That put him at...

The roommate Pete didn’t fuck with. He didn’t like his attitude. Pete didn’t like people who went to college for stupid shit like art. So Pete didn’t like that, but he was still interested he liked that he always built stuff. Like with his hands, that’s something Pete always wanted...