"Always nice to chat Ezekiel."

"And you Charles. Glad we see eye to eye."

They both laughed and Charles left at this. Was it a joke? Ezekiel always felt awkward with things like this. Why did we have to say anything. It wasn't even fucking funny. 

He felt jittery a bit, he...

The new guy. He could pin it on him. His exhale was long, it calmed him. It was better than therapy he thought. Couldn't tell Jennifer that though. He breathed in and out normal air, as he smashed the cigarette into the bin. Keith yeah, he could kick him out...

Jack whenever he saw himself in the mirror smiled. How could he not, such a perfect smile and the muscles, and he was doing good for the world. 

His editor said that smile will win the audience, thats all they need, then he can tell his story. 

Jack smiled at himself.

"And an...

Keith had gotten into a new rhythm in life. A new era. His new era could be described by his new drink of choice. A cappuccino, an espresso with foamed milk and then more foam. This café he moved next to did them nice. Well he didn’t really go any...

He walked up and down. At this time of day there was only the quiet section. Huge tables would be full of people studying later. Or maybe not? Its the just the start of everything, so people don't study now. 

That was the best time of his life. Right after...

The library was bright lit. Fluorescent lights hummed above his head. There weren't so many people, I guess the start of the semester its not a necessity. They still got time before it gets real Godot thought to himself and chuckled. They can still live in between their choices now....

Godot that night he waited on his phone. Swapping between instagram, tinder, and zillow. Like almost roulette hoping that this time when he opened it will be the time he'd get a house, a girlfriend, maybe even just a like?

He knew also he should have gone to sleep like...

Marc left the room, wearing a fedora, and trying to slouch. He thought he would seem short. He had glasses on, and in his left hand a pocket mirror. This a trick from Denver allowed him to watch that car without turning his head. The car didn't move just stayed...

Marc had his room packed. It was much most of his belongings had dwindled down to a few shirts and his money. He'd had most of it stashed here and there around the country different bank accounts. He had the codes of course in different places mostly in his head. ...

In the same amount of time Max was somewhere else. No closer to home, but with almost enough of something he felt like he could return. Now with all of his skills the diner would accept him with open arms. 

“A cook with that resume, you should be head chef!”

That’s...