I kept my hands in my pocket while walking down the sidewalk in the middle of L.A. There were more people than yesterday and they weren't in a rush; I kept walking past them and keeping my head high. I could tell other people looked at me with disgust because of my Leather Suit, it almost smelt like a rotting animal.
I reached down further and grabbed my almost empty carton of cigarettes, I grabbed one of the three and struck a match. I took the filter out and clenched my yellow teeth against the paper, and that's when I lit the end. I put everything back into my pocket and threw the match onto the ground, not stomping either.
A mile ahead should be a 25 cent per-hour laundry service, I had money, but only little. I blew out smoke and bumped into something, I looked down and saw a woman with a child.
The kid looked around seven; he was white, had red hair, and had a look of a spoiled brat. The mother was also white, but with brown hair, but she also had the same look as the kid.
"What are you doing?" She asked; her voice was scratchy and rude.
"Smoking a cigarette, you want one or something?"
The white woman reached over and grabbed it out of my mouth, she threw onto the concrete and stomped on it.
"Don't you have any manners! My kid is here and I don't need him committing Second-hand smoking!" Her kid was tugging her tight, he was beginning to get tears in his eyes, just looking dead in my eyes.
"I don't care about your kid. I don't care if he gets lung cancer because his mom doesn't have any disobedience. Have a good day White Chick, don't do drugs in a car." I pushed her and the kid aside and continued walking.
You should've stolen her purse. OR you should have kidnapped her kid and hold him for ransom; why aren't you doing this you jackass?
I held my hand against my head, trying to figure out whythese thoughts were logged in my head.
I was almost there, I could hear the white woman screaming a storm in anger, I found it funny. I realized that
my cigarette wasn't there anymore, now throughout the walk I was thinking of two things: Cigarettes and Cocaine.
It took another five minutes but I got there, I was now almost out of the main part of Angelas and into the outskirts. The place was empty, and it didn't look too pretty. I walked in and smelt an odor, a reeking one. There was an Indian man behind the counter, he looked dreadfully poor.
"Welcome to 25 or less. The washing machines are in the back, please put your money inside of the jar beside me and I'll turn it on."
Beside him was a jar full of coins, all of them were quarters. I reached down in my pocket and grabbed my wallet, I opened it and saw how much money I had; a buck 50. I grabbed one dime and put ii in the jar, and that's when he got up to activate it.
He's distracted! Steal it and run! For some reason that thought was loud, too loud even for me. I put my hands on my forehead and put pressure. Either steal it or kill it! You are a POOR man, you have the opportunity! Think of how much dope you could buy, you'll be living in eternal paradise!! I looked at the Jar again, and this time it looked ready to get stolen. Do it! It yelled. DO IT!! The thought was getting louder and louder and it kept repeating the same words now.
"Are you alright, sir?" The Indian man asked.
I didn't respond but I looked at him, he had the look of a worried man.
I reached over and grabbed the jar with both hands, one covering the lid and the other on the bottom. I ran out of the store (or attempted). Quarters fell out of the jar and spilled onto the floor, I felt my body heating up. I tried to open the glass door but it wouldn't budge.
The Indian man rushed over and pushed me onto the ground, the jar didn't shatter but hundreds of quarters fell out. He kicked me once, and then tried pinning me. At this point my ears were beginning to ring, I felt my left liver in pain and my head swelling while throbbing back and forth.
My head turned to the jar, with quarters out. Grab the jar and smash it on his head!! I hesitated for a moment, the Indian man kept hitting me. If you don't you're going to go to jail!! No more PARADISE!!!
In that split-second, my consciousness awakened; I grabbed the jar by the lid and smashed it on his head, millions of pieces of glass came tumbling and the man's head was full of blood; Glass dug deep in him and the huge chunks of glass were turning red. I threw the first punch, and he fell down, covering his face and screaming at the top of his lungs.