High fences make good neighbors
Rahsaan was full of fire. The Object Library had given him so much energy. He had worked on it all day at the office. It was coming along nicely. When he got home, he took off all of his clothes and started playing HALO. He was just starting a game when he heard a knock at the door. It was his neighbor. He had never considered himself to be an unfriendly guy, but he was really starting to dislike the neighbors and their kids always knocking on the door. This was especially annoying because they would always do it during the “decompression hour”. When he got home from work, he liked to spend at least an hour not talking to anyone. It had been the same when he lived with his wife. It had taken her a few months to learn about it and to get over the initial offense. He had lived in this location for a year, and they had not caught on. The neighbor needed a ride to the bank, and to the garage to pick up his car. Rahsaan had already put on his clothes, so he agreed to make the drive. When he got in the car, he continued to play his audiobook (Clarence Thomas) while his neighbor talked. The entire trip was less than a mile. Rahsaan was unsure as to whether or not he should be annoyed because the trip was so short (why not walk) or glad because the trip was not longer (Gas prices were $3 and rising). The local coffee shop was having trouble with the Ethernet connection, and he had offered to provide support in exchange for free coffee because he liked the fact that they were so close. He had imagined himself walking to the coffee shop, but never liked carrying the laptop.
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raalnan5) wrote,
contemplative
