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Cort found himself this morning to be particularly exhausted. He found his job exhausting mentally and physically. He found his life exhausting spiritually. He found his loves exhausting emotionally.
He became anxious, his heart drummed in his chest. He thought he could feel the blood gushing through the veins in his arms and forehead. He wanted to tear shit up, he wanted to change the world, but all he had time for was a quick shave.
He walked to his bathroom feeling his feet hit hard against the cheap carpeting of his one bedroom apartment. He reached in the medicine cabinet and pulled out his razor and shaving cream. He looked at his face in the mirror. Fine lines of age had started to appear on an otherwise youthful complexion. He touched the frown lines between his eyebrows. Their depth amazed him, when had they appeared? He did not know. He shook his head and rubbed his hands together nervously. He started to shave.
He splashed warm water on his face and applied the shaving cream. He looked a little like Santa, he smiled sarcastically at his own reflection. He pulled the razor against his skin, it was cold and hard like some people�s hearts. He finished and washed the rest of the cream from his face.
He took off his clothes and collapsed on his bed. His bottom sheet had come undone at the edges and parts of the mattress were showing. He covered himself with an old quilt he had never really managed to wash.
He ran his hands across his chest feeling the prickled flesh. He wanted to sleep, but sleep often failed. He began to think of old lovers and people he hated. He sat up and grabbed his quarter from the night stand, he smashed a little weed into an old one hitter someone had left at his apartment a while back.
He lit the pot and inhaled it he could feel the warmth of it rushing into his lungs. �Fuck!!� he said coughing as he exhaled, the shit was harsh. He took a couple of more hits and tried to go to sleep. His eyes were heavy, his whole body hurt and still no sleep. He masturbated and thought about this girl he wanted to fuck. When he was finished he took a warm shower and threw on an old pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.
He walked out of his apartment into the warm summer air. He could hear birds singing in the background and it made him happy for a little while. He walked down to the corner store to buy some nutter-butters. He loved them they reminded him of some sweet childhood he never had.
He passed this girl on the way. She was beautiful. She had pitch black skin, large doe-like eyes, and legs that didn�t fucking quit. He smiled shyly at her, she returned his smile and patted him on the ass as he walked past.
He put his hands behind his head as he walked, smiling, thinking about her patting him on the ass. He went into the store, his favorite clerk was working. She was a fat fucking lesbian that hated him. He grabbed his nutter-butters and a quart of milk. He walked up to the counter and sat them down. She rung him up as she gave him her standard dirty look. �$3.53.�, she said still glaring at him. He pulled a five out of his wallet and sat it on the counter as she picked it up he grabbed her head and kissed her. He felt her mouth open and he explored her mouth with his tongue. He was so surprised she kissed him back he reached for her breast, she moaned approvingly. He retracted, grabbed his purchases, said, �Thanks�, and winked at her. She looked flabbergasted, it made him happy.
He began to walk home and he saw a little punk brother on the side of the street with his hat out. He dropped a dollar in the hat.
He felt the sun shining on his face, life was good. He walked back into his apartment and collapsed on his bed. He ate half the package of nutter-butters and drank the quart of milk. He fell asleep and dreamt of soft skinned women.