Thursday, August 19, 2010

The Fresh smell of Slums!

As usual Caleb Wolf alarm clock had not done it's job and once again he would be late to his job at The Drug Store. He found himself lying on the littered carpet floor of his small living wearing a policeman uniform and handcuffs clamped on one wrist. The night before had been a blur and he wasn't surprise to see what he had on. It was a typical thing for him now to wake up with random outfits on and have no recollection on what happened. Poor Caleb pulled himself to his feet and dragged his way to the bathroom where he proceeded to wash away the unknown night. After cleaning himself he pulled on his best white collar shirt, khakis, and his wrist watch. Thirty minutes late and yet he still took his time to prepare for work. Before stepping out the door he threw on his red vest with his name stitched in white. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but wonder who exactly was Caleb. This man or boy who stared back at him in the mirror was so unfamiliar it was a stranger he wish he could know.
Stepping out of his building Caleb Wolf looked up at the afternoon sky letting the sun warm him from his cold apartment. He gazed upon his dirty, sketchy neighborhood and took a deep breath. " The fresh smell of Slums!" , he thought. Then a smile crept across his face and he headed down the street to work.