Someone told me Kenny was a little bit depressing; I thought for fun I'd make him a foil, Pete. I agree that Kenny is depressing, but Pete is boring... what do you think?
The sun warmed Pete’s bed as its ray reached the height of his window. He looked at the clock on his nightstand; 7:20, the alarm wasn’t due for another forty minutes. What the hell, he thought; an early start never hurt anyone. Besides, from the moment he woke up Pete’s day was destined to get better.
Pete took a shower, took his paper on the side of Eggs Benedict and black coffee and thought to himself how lucky he truly was. Thirty years old and he already had this world by the balls. Tentatively due at work by nine, he kissed his gorgeous wife goodbye and jumped in his expensive new car.
God is smiling on me…
Pete gets home from work around five. His wife already has dinner prepared, Chicken Marsala—his favorite. His son tells him that he has made the baseball team, his daughter that she has won the spelling bee. Pete thinks he must be the picture of the American dream. He’s sure his children will be too.
You can do anything you want to in this world…
After dinner, Pete plays catch with his son. Around nine he tucks both of his children in, reading his daughter a book before giving her a goodnight kiss on the cheek. He watches television with his wife for an hour or so. They make love before going to sleep around midnight.
I’ll get another early start tomorrow, honey; today was such a great day. I love you…
A lifetime of tomorrows awaits him.
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