She was everything to me. She was my soul, my heart, she was my life. From the moment I saw her approach the counter, the moment her jade eyes glimsed into my mind, I knew she was mine. Her hair was as dark as the void, but her skin was as white as newfallen snow. She was Aphrodite. I was Leander and she was Hero. I Romeo, she, Juliet. We were made for each other, I was built for her, she was crafted for me. She may have not known it then like I had known, but she must have felt something. Something in her heart felt the truth.
But, like I said, she may not have known it then.
"Welcome t'Mike's Pizzaria an' Pub. How kin'I help you?" Eric asked her. He stood at the cash register, staring blankly at her. He cared nothing for his job and practically hated his life. Even so, I was suprised that he would look at an angel without any type of emotion.
She only caught a glimpse of me, but her jeweled eyes darted back to Eric, "Um, yeah, can I have a small Pizza Margarita and a diet Pepsi?"
Eric pressed a couple of buttons, "That'll be $8.50."
She handed him a chrisp, 10 dollar bill. She didn't look back to me.
"Pizza Margarita, small, and diet Pepsi!" Eric called back to me and the other cooks.
Just like Eric, I hated my job. I was stuck in a dead end possition of being a pizza cook. My day comprised of waking up, making pizzas and burgers, and going home. Shitty, pointless, wasteful, this is my life.
When I wake up every morning, I look in the mirror and think of how much of an asshole I am and how little I contribute to society. I can still hear my Dad now, "Jesus Christ, Axel, when are you ever going to make a good desicion? Why do you allways fuck everything up?" I snap out of it because I know he's dead with Mom. And Timmy...
When it's time for bed, I have to take pills to help me sleep. But these pills turn my dreams to nightmares...And I can not tell this to my doctor or he'll cut off my subscription and I'll have to go through withdrawl. And insomnia.
This is my life.
But there are moments when you have to make a choice. You can go along with everything like you always have, doing your work, going to school, whatever else you do. Or, you can change the whole universe you live in and put it to your advantage. That is what I did. I started out as a stupid cockroach with no goal in life, but I turned into the God of my own Universe.
And it all started with her. Aphrodite. My Goddess. My soul.
"Hey, Bricktop!" Eric yelled, his nostrals flaring under his gargantuan nose, "You fuckin' deaf or somein'? I jus' gave you a order!" He called me bricktop because of my red hair.
But, like I said, she may not have known it then.
"Welcome t'Mike's Pizzaria an' Pub. How kin'I help you?" Eric asked her. He stood at the cash register, staring blankly at her. He cared nothing for his job and practically hated his life. Even so, I was suprised that he would look at an angel without any type of emotion.
She only caught a glimpse of me, but her jeweled eyes darted back to Eric, "Um, yeah, can I have a small Pizza Margarita and a diet Pepsi?"
Eric pressed a couple of buttons, "That'll be $8.50."
She handed him a chrisp, 10 dollar bill. She didn't look back to me.
"Pizza Margarita, small, and diet Pepsi!" Eric called back to me and the other cooks.
Just like Eric, I hated my job. I was stuck in a dead end possition of being a pizza cook. My day comprised of waking up, making pizzas and burgers, and going home. Shitty, pointless, wasteful, this is my life.
When I wake up every morning, I look in the mirror and think of how much of an asshole I am and how little I contribute to society. I can still hear my Dad now, "Jesus Christ, Axel, when are you ever going to make a good desicion? Why do you allways fuck everything up?" I snap out of it because I know he's dead with Mom. And Timmy...
When it's time for bed, I have to take pills to help me sleep. But these pills turn my dreams to nightmares...And I can not tell this to my doctor or he'll cut off my subscription and I'll have to go through withdrawl. And insomnia.
This is my life.
But there are moments when you have to make a choice. You can go along with everything like you always have, doing your work, going to school, whatever else you do. Or, you can change the whole universe you live in and put it to your advantage. That is what I did. I started out as a stupid cockroach with no goal in life, but I turned into the God of my own Universe.
And it all started with her. Aphrodite. My Goddess. My soul.
"Hey, Bricktop!" Eric yelled, his nostrals flaring under his gargantuan nose, "You fuckin' deaf or somein'? I jus' gave you a order!" He called me bricktop because of my red hair.
