Friday, March 25, 2011

Not so Lucky today...

I woke up to the sounds of merriment coming from outside. After rinsing off my face from the drips from the broken pipe in the corner, I went out into the street. People were walking on the sidewalk towards what looked like a very colorful tent and very loud,creepy carnival music. My stomach grumbled. "Maybe I can find some free food there," I thought. Greasy food was just my style.
As I walked in a whole bunch of freaks passed me, and when I say freak I mean FREAK. They really creeped me out. This whole place looks like it's about to collapse at any moment, and I don't think they care, just as long as they get their money. To my right is a ball pit...is it moving? I squinted through the netting. So many colors, but none compare to my meteor. A smile crept over my lips. Whatever, I'm not going in there to get eaten by some unidentified animal.
The smell of roasting meat suddenly wafted over me, and my stomach growled as my smile was replaced by a drooling mouth. Where is that coming from??? My stomach propelled my legs to the right, and soon I found a rotisserie chicken cart. I stood there, watching the plump, juicy meat rotate on skewers, and before I knew it I had grabbed one.
"HEY! You better pay for that!" yelled the vendor, who was a fat man with a really long beard which appeared to carry several pieces of food in it. Oh shit, I thought. I had no money.
So I did what I do best and got the hell outta there. The fat man started chasing me, his beard flapping in the wind, and the last thing I saw was several people go up to the cart and take the remaining hunks of chicken. Ha ha, I thought. Sucks for you.
I kept running and soon found myself among a bunch of graves. I sank down beside one and tore into the chicken with my teeth. Through the haze of grease and chicken I glimpsed a mangy looking tail coming from in front of a grave stone. It was a dog, sleeping next to a grave. I watched him for awhile as I gnawed on my chicken. The dog would occasionally get up and move around, but always kept the grave in sight. That would make a great table, I thought. Wait, what? A table? Where did that thought come from? I've taken some weird stuff before, but a grave stone?
My chicken was gone, and all that remained was a thick film of grease on my fingers. My hands felt empty, and my stomach started growling. I didn't even bother to resist the urge this time. There was no point. So I stumbled over to the grave, and tried to hoist it out of the ground. The dog started growling at me. I pulled harder, and surprisingly, it came free! I started running because the dog started chasing me. But it was no use, the dog was too old, and I got a burst of energy with the thought of my new table. It would look so nice with the meteor in the middle.