A Friend and a Stranger

I was off work today (thank god). As I woke from my slumber I remembered I had to meet Rick at the church grave yard. Before you say "I thought you were an introvert!" Rick is dead, he's been dead for 7 years. He died in a car accident driving from the "Strip Her"strip club. He's been a huge help showing me around this quaint town. Thank god I can only speak to ghosts with my mind or people would think I was crazy. You know what? So what if I am crazy. No one would care anyway, both of my parents passed on and so far, my sister has abandoned me ever since she met that asshole lawyer. I have no one living in my life that i care about. I finally arrived at the graveyard (cemetery, whatever) and I met Rick sitting on his grave (i'm so punny) He was dark skinned and wore a blue t-shirt with torn jeans, grey "Addidas", and a red hoodie. "Hey man! How's it going?" I thought to him. He smiled "I'm good dude. How's your life here?" "Still don't know anyone." I reluctantly thought back. We "talked" for a good hour then it started to rain, hard. I'm talking like niagra status here, It was painfull (and hilareous for Rick). "Rick?" I asked after I somewhat dried off, "Are you scared about passing on today?" Rick looked at me "Nah man, it's just a part of life. I mean death." his expression changed into a sad, almost lonely look "I'll miss hanging out with you though." "yeah, the feeling is mutual." I replied. Not much happened after that, once he started to see the light we said our goodbyes and I left the church. Why is it that every time I make friends they have to leave? It was around 6:00 am as I walked home to catch up on my sleep. I walked up the stairs and I guess I skipped my door and accidentally opened the door of my neighbors apartment (Alasto to i think?). Embarrassed, I said "sorry, wrong door." and quickly walked away. He gave me a funny look, I guess I do seem odd to the average person. I opened the door to my apartment (the right one this time) and collapsed on the couch. I turned on the TV; apparently there was a break-in at the CVS. I looked around my living room and noticed the window was open, I looked outside (nothing) and closed the sash. Maybe it was out of mental exhaustion, or my body ran out of steam, but i collapsed on the floor, then blackness.

My (Surprisingly) Normal Day

They day started with my alarm clock buzzing like a hung-over swarm of wasps constantly attacking my not so innocent dreams. I groggily got out of my bed, snoozed the alarm and got ready for work. I work a 4 hour shift at the Karmic Caffe next to my apartment complex Maplewood Crest. As I lay in my apartment (apparently I had set my alarm 15 minutes early), I was astounded to see that my room was surprisingly quiet. Usually there are at least one or two souls trying to find peace and pass on. In other words, they meddled in lives of the living to get credit from the big man upstairs. Yes, I can see dead people. They don't look very "dead" if that's what you're thinking because they look like normal people except they're slightly transparent and completely unaware of personal space . I quickly left my apartment as to not attract attention. I don't do well with people in-fact, most of the residents here don't even know I exist. As I left the complex, I heard Mr.LingLing yelling at someone in (Japanese? Mexican? I have no idea). Nothing else happened on my way to work, except for the occasional bird. At the coffee shop, I spent my four hour shift at the cashier which was by far, the worst form of torture one can place on a human being, especially if the air conditioner is barley doing anything to cool the hot and humid air around you. One lady spent 15 minutes ordering a regular coffee! After work, I went back to my "home" and finally got to play on my PS4 (my only escape from harsh reality). After an exiting play-through of Borderlands 2 and an annoying 30 minute black out, I went to bed and right then I was interacted with by a little girl looking for her mother. An hour later she left crying "Mommy! Mommy!" and I sat on my bed for an hour feeling like the worst piece of shit ever. I mean, there was no way I could help her pass on, but that doesn't mean I didn't feel guilty that I couldn't at least do something to ease her pain. It made me think of my sister, who I haven't talked to since I moved here a year ago. I gave her a call, she didn't pick up so I left her a message. "Hey Katie" I said softly "this is your older brother Jason, yeah I'm not dead. Call me back if you can. ok bye." I put down my phone. Maybe I should have called her earlier than 12:00 am (idiot). As I laid on my bed I slowly drifted off to dream land.