Harsh reality seemed to end his cooking. The flow state sort of fizzled out, and then the other shoe would drop. He was already drawing from his savings this month, but with the loan payments, car payments, and wifi it drains him. Jack's portion of everything would come in soon,...

He liked it being near the University, and as much as he'd hate on Jack for all his shit. He liked him as a roommate. He liked that he didn't know that many things, so he could show him something, and he'd be amazed. He didn't believe it at first,...

He liked eggs. Sean always had them, everyday. It was something so simple but you could do it in so many ways. He likens different egg recipes to his family members. 

His mom always did cheesy eggs, a sort of fluffy omelette with cheese placed in the butter. He learned...

“Yo will be back in like 8 hours. Lol”

“Could you pick me up? Just gunna be at  airport.”

The texts Jack sent while waiting for his flight. He saw one tick mark then two. They were sent. He was nervous of the reply, but it had to be done. He would...

He lucked out. The whole row to himself. He could sleep. It would be nice to sleep. The flight he had chosen was late, a bit of strange flight, but it would get him there early. Almost with enough time to go to class. It had been a week or...

He had a sort of ritual before he flew. He sit in his seat and listen to music. Before he wouldn't drink any coffee, and just some water. He had to make sure he peed before. And that he had snacks with him. Even if he didn't eat anything, it...

He had thrown out everything. The computers and all it took three days. He'd walk around London, going from the south to the north. He started in Elephant and Castle, a strange mix, people told him it was dangerous but everyone was friendly. He'd broken the computer into take out...

It seemed like there was probably a British equivalent. Or to go home he’d have to go to space first. But he couldn’t find anything about it. He tried the dark web he tried everything. 

All he could find were the articles that women wrote about it. It almost seemed...

His drinking buddy had returned. From the brightly lit hall he emerged swaying back and forth. 

“I bring you flowers in the pouring rain.”

“Ohhhh my dayyyssss it’s youuuu my angel.”

Jack couldn’t speak he was stunned felt like he had died and gone to heaven. The lights around him made everything...

The tube lights in that moment were blinding.  He had come down there to escape the light outside. 

The grey morning turned into a sunny afternoon. And he wasn’t ready for it. Maybe he was still jet lagged. Or something. 

He was walking through the tunnel on his way to...