From her window, Kenny’s neighbor watches him make a purchase. An eighth, for forty dollars, he should have only paid thirty-five, she thinks… Days like this have been occurring far too often. He swallows his pride and convinces himself it’s the last time.
He thinks about how cliché this whole situation is as he watches most of his problems float away with a cloud of smoke. Just in case, he drowns the rest of them in a sea of Captain Morgan’s. If his parents could see him now… If his parents could see him now they’d tell him this is not the American dream. Whatever, they have their perceptions; Kenny faces his reality every day. Still, there’s solace in some things.
Thank god I never got into harder drugs…
He wakes up, as expected his problems have returned. Today is a good day; the weight of the world won’t keep him in his bed. Today he begins his new job. Today is the first day of the rest of his life. Today Kenny will find the career he’d always dreamt about, the fulfillment he could never even imagine, faith in god, the girl of his dreams, and the house with the white picket fence; today Kenny will find the American dream. He’ll make his parents proud.
Think positive, it’s all within your reach…
Kenny goes home with his dreams unfulfilled. He still has the bowl and the bottle. Maybe this is the American dream, he thinks. He packs his bowl in silence. Their dream wasn’t in his cards today. What’s a data recovery specialist anyway? He considers quitting his job. The thoughts of rent, child-support, car payments, insurance, and that ever present thirty-five dollar fee for his sanity slowly drift away. How can he fit in a society that wasn’t designed with him in mind?
Today just wasn’t my day…
A lifetime of tomorrows awaits him.
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Scarlett O'Hara wasn't all narrow-mindedness and conceit.
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