This is something. Not sure what but something. Perhaps another example of my inner being yelling out for attention? Perhaps. It's something. Of course that what all of this ever is no? Enjoy.

Reruh! Reruh! Reruh! I continue hustling down the stairs, gently clopping my shoes as I rush to the door, sliding my right hand along the metallic railing. At the bottom, he left hand reaches and turns the knobÂ… Reruh! Reruh! Reruh!

A gentle but cool breeze brushes against my cheeks as the door swings open and I step out into the street. My eyes follow the flashing lights blaring before me and racing down the city street. Reruh! Reruh! Reruh! Though I am briefly whisked away by curiosity surrounding the EMS vehicle and its desperate attempts to save those falling inside, a beautiful young woman in a raincoat and business suit who hustles by soon enraptures my attention. I stop and glare as she hurries by, following her steps as she heads off into oblivionÂ…

With her brisk escape my head falls and my hands search for my pockets. A deep breath. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Release. I turn and proceed forward. Suddenly it seems as though this is all a video. Yes! This is a video, no, THE video for “The World I Know”, only the song in the background is “Feel” by Robbie Williams. Hmmm. Only. Wait. Only this isn’t New York, though that would be most excellent. Yes. I would like to be in New York now. NO! Wait. Not New York. Paris anyone? Wait a second. I think Paris is a bit too French. Yeah, I’m just in metropolis X. Or, Toronto as the locals call it. Wait a story this makes. Young male in light rain on a cool spring morning walks down a busy city street in the T Dot, which is actually a generic every-city that also happens to be a set for the Collective Soul video, yet has that darn catchy Robbie Williams song in the background. And I’m sitting talking to god and he just laughs at my plans.

Okay okay. But his words are wise. I do just want to feel real love because I do have lots of life rushing through my veins. Fuck! I’m not singing this out loud am I? Is that why a handful of people have shot awkward glances in my direction? Ho hum. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Dumb asses. I should just give them my evil stare. Yeah. That’ll teach ‘em. Yeah. What’s wrong with some guy singing a song that he likes? Is it my problem that they might be into techno pop emo hardcore metal r & b classical punk and not Robbie Williams? Hell no!

Ahhh, this is pointless. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. So. IÂ’ll just keep on walking. Thump thump. Thump thump. I have to go to the library and check out those books. Man. I canÂ’t believe that I almost bought yet another thing when I know that I shouldnÂ’t and really canÂ’t afford it. Still. Well, IÂ’ll be at the library soon. No one else is going to rent these books now, right? I mean the Romans are dead and the wee ones have all gone home. Nobody cares about this shit save for me and few old men scattered throughout out tired little planet.

Reruh! Reruh! Reruh! Wow. Busy day. But. But I canÂ’t think about Romans now. WhatÂ’s the point of all this work if I feel like I have no one to share my accomplishments with? I know what theyÂ’ll all say. Seriously though, what do they know? A whole crap load of AÂ’s and a lot of hard work has left me with lonely and desperate for a strong emotional attachment with a member of the opposite sex. Oh. And thereÂ’s that sex stuff too that IÂ’d like. Reruh! Reruh! Reruh! Damn siren is interrupting my train of thought! Why donÂ’t people just stay at home or something? CanÂ’t a guy walk down a busy street in a city of 5 million in serenity and contemplate his personal failings without being bombarded by some darn emergency vehicle?

Reruh! Reruh! Reruh! Well. I guess thatÂ’s selfish. Inhale. Hold. Exhale.