(N/A: Hello everyponeh! Lawl, I’ve been working audio equipment for a church, organizing my schedule somewhat, and mentally prepping myself for future endeavors. I’ll try typing ahead more often because I now believe that this story could be more successful.
P.s.: Are you guys getting some of my references? ^^’ I know a few might’ve been a bit obscure
P.s.s.: I need a proof reader… I mean I could do it myself but I always take others opinions over my own when it comes to a product. Who knows how many grammatical errors I’ve made…)
“Ummmm…” slipped out of my mouth as I could not complete my current thought. My depression had been converted into curiosity which skyrocketed more quickly than the blood pressure of an easily agitated senior surrounded by three hundred kindergartners filled with wubs and sugar. I sat back down and set the letter aside, reading the rest of my mail which was pretty much spam and a cell phone bill. After the sorting of the mail, I sat there in my chair and analyzed the letter in wonder. There wasn’t a signature, no stamp, no anything; just this poem.
Just then another envelop, identical to the last slipped in through the slot. As I noticed I hurried back to the door to open it. I unlocked the door with haste then threw it open. I only found a neighborhood covered in my favorite white substance *if you know what I mean.jpg” covering everything but portion of cars and the streets. Cold air rushed though my doorway again as I stood there pondering anon’s identity and what could possibly happen if I actually decided to go. I then bent over to rip open another navy blue envelop like a child on Christmas day.
It read:
A Friend~…
“Well I do like surprises I guess”, I said as I stood again in the door way. With my final decision made, I decided to check the building out just to see if anyone would actually show up. I walked upstairs to get dress in some clothes suitable for my own little adventure. I walked into my room, stepping over ponies, sentries, and pants, making my way to the closet then pushed the sliding door in the opposite direction. I dug through some shirts I never wear to find my favorite hoodie with a one hundred percent probability rate. This hoodie was special to me due to the fact that not only was it a black sweater with a hood on it, but I got it one day in the mail itself thanks to my old Asian friend Laura Wong. She and I were Otaku buddies back in middle school and High school. To be honest with you, she was so amazing, nice, understanding, and honest.
I ask myself, whenever I look at this hoody, why I never asked her out. But then as soon as I ask that, my brain says, “You never had the courage and never will”. She’s gone now so there’s no chance of that even if I do somehow find that damned wizard from Oz to spare me some. I threw my clothes at the hamper, not exactly in it but there was an attempt. I put on a black shirt that had a picture of an old NES controller and then the sweater. I threw on some old black jeans and wore the same converses I wore to the party. And I know that I wear too much black but it’s my favorite hue I guess even though when a black man wears black it can only spell trouble *xhibit.jpg*. Fully dressed, I decided to grab one more thing. I closed the closet and made my way to my bed and pulled a chest from under it. I opened it and took out a butterfly knife that I usually take to unfamiliar places. I grabbed some thin winter gloves along with a compact backpack that held cigarettes, a flash light, a lighter, matches, batteries, a note pad, some pencils, and a sketch pad. I figured that if no one would be there then I’d have the time to sketch out landscapes or something.
And the note book was for the police when they found the body. I grabbed a thermos filled with some hot tea and a cucumber sandwich from the kitchen. For some reason I felt self conscious even though I could “hoola hoop through a Cheerio”, according to the other local black people that I knew. Compared to them I probably could even though I eat like a fat ass but prefers teriyaki over fried. I tossed the sandvich in my bag, which had no more room for scrap metal, and attached the thermos to the side of the bag. Almost ready to depart, I decided that I’d take a pony to accompany me on my adventure. But which one shall I take?
Vinyl?
Twilight?
Luna?
Or Fluttershy?.....
“WHY MUST IT BE SO FRIGGEN HARD TO CHOOSE?!?!?”
“ummmmm…I piiiiiiick……Fluttershy.”
And with that, I stuffed Fluttershy in a side pouch of the bag. I jumped down the stairs, adventure ready, and walked over to the door. I slid some headphones over my ears, under my hood and played my music on shuffle. With the two notes in my back left pocket, the butterfly knife in my hoodie, a lunch, keys, and a pony with me, I walked out into a winter that I didn’t want to wrap up anytime soon.
It felt great to be out here even with thin clothing on. I loved this weather too much to hide myself from it. If it were the summer I would’ve never came out here so thank Celestia for that I suppose. Summer is like my hibernation period were I take winter and put it in my house, and drink something then sleep forever so I don’t do anything to embarrass myself. Making a now obscure “Problem Solvers” reference, I laughed slightly on the inside feeling ironically on fire and continued on.