The street was semi – residential but felt semi-derelict no thanks to the vacant lots boarded up and graffiti infested, the countless beer bottle shards over the pavements, the unkempt grass and the half decayed trees grown wretchedly wild. The house was from a more prosperous era in the neighbourhood’s history, if history isn’t too grand a terms for the street. History passes by such places and usually forgets them on its way to somewhere more interesting. And forgetting is just what Garth was trying to do as he sat in his dark, dingy room there. A ghostly light emanated from his laptop screen over his enervated features and hollow eyes. You could see him as a sickly elf, his straw mop, the lightness of his bones, his steady blue eyes; or a wide eyed corpse frosted in the morgue like a cup cake left over from a children’s party.
“Yeah. Where can I meet you?” said Garth into his microphone.
“Down by the waterfront near Greenpoint. At a quarter to twelve”.
“Ok” Garth said flatly. “I’ll be there”. He was disappointed that she hadn’t wanted to video with him or send pictures. He’d been trying to get her to go out for weeks since they met at an online chat room. He already felt it would be a waster and her choice of meeting point had sunk any hopes he’d had. He felt that the net sometimes sucked him dry of blood and juice. Just like the Matrix, he thought. Im living in a fantasy. Now Im gonna take a walk and wake up to how shit this place is. Maybe I should just forget her, find another avatar and go after some chicks who are more easy. But he knew he wouldn’t. There was something different about Candy.
The street was semi – residential but felt semi-derelict no thanks to the vacant lots boarded up and graffiti infested, the countless beer bottle shards over the pavements, the unkempt grass and the half decayed trees grown wretchedly wild. The house was from a more prosperous era in the neighbourhood’s history, if history isn’t too grand a terms for the street. History passes by such places and usually forgets them on its way to somewhere more interesting. And forgetting is just what Garth was trying to do as he sat in his dark, dingy room there. A ghostly light emanated from his laptop screen over his enervated features and hollow eyes. You could see him as a sickly elf, his straw mop, the lightness of his bones, his steady blue eyes; or a wide eyed corpse frosted in the morgue like a cup cake left over from a children’s party.
“Yeah. Where can I meet you?” said Garth into his microphone.
“Down by the waterfront near Greenpoint. At a quarter to twelve”.
“Ok” Garth said flatly. “I’ll be there”. He was disappointed that she hadn’t wanted to video with him or send pictures. He’d been trying to get her to go out for weeks since they met at an online chat room. He already felt it would be a waster and her choice of meeting point had sunk any hopes he’d had. He felt that the net sometimes sucked him dry of blood and juice. Just like the Matrix, he thought. Im living in a fantasy. Now Im gonna take a walk and wake up to how shit this place is. Maybe I should just forget her, find another avatar and go after some chicks who are more easy. But he knew he wouldn’t. There was something different about Candy.
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