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...

The bet was about if he’d make it home completely on foot. Had to be the whole time. 

You couldn’t see him so well. The cameras in this area weren’t so good. Just installed or something. Not like the built up areas not like the influencers. Always perfect lighting, it...

After he'd gathered a pretty good buzz. He had to be careful going out for too long, people would notice. He poured quickly the warm beer into a sort of coffee cup, and swigged it quickly. 

She wouldn't notice another beer but he would.

At dinner which revolved around their own...

It was about the time of night where people started making plans. Where to stay and who to stay with. He was scrolling through different apps. Sending texts or likes to different people in his life. In his online life. Sort of circling back. Reminding people he was there. 

It wasn’t...

Everyone was now on an app. He liked that. Everyone was forced, so it was like the good old days of Facebook. Everyone had to at least make two posts a day. Then your peers would rate how honest it was. Or how honest it felt to them.

He liked the...