Chris woke to ringing ears. He turned in bed and set his feet up on the wall. It did not help.
to work irritable, passing slow pokes and yelling at maniacs. He was low on gas again and needed to get to work without stopping. Commuting was such a waste of his time.
He missed the town where everything was in walking distance.
T work. Fluorescent lights emitting thei small hum. Building the code for company website. Another widget to help make sales easier.
Fucking afternoon traffic.
Fucking morning traffic.
He drove to the park, which was crowded. The weather was nice. Chris put on his running shoes and cursed the fair weather park visitors.