Devon never had a need for a car, his reasoning being that he liked to walk as much as he could, though in reality (the idea which he kept shut at the back of his mind) was that he really couldn’t afford one. He remembered, when he was younger, that he used to be very much attracted to wealth, and in his youthful days, there were many posters of expensive cars and attractive girls that only the most wealthiest could afford. This last thought traveled through Devon’s head almost remorsefully, and the whole idea angered him. “How,” Devon wondered, “do people manage to remember their younger days with longing and sadness? The only thing thats sad is the innocence of it all. Naive, that's what it is. It’s the age where everything is forgotten and everything is forgiven. No living with the consequences, just plain stupidity!”
Devon continued to fume at his own thoughts, and his anger only made him more angry. He was only beggining to calm down when he came upon the entrance to castle apartments. In his anger, Devon had somehow managed to turn what usually is a good 15 minute walk into a brisk 7 minute jog. He was breathing heavily, perhaps due to the fact that Devon almost never worked out, but more likely that he had been a cronic smoker for the past 16 years. In his sweaty state, he huffed his way ungracefully through the main office and into the elevator. The elevator was horrible slow, so by the time it arrived at Devon’s floor, he had almost caught his breath. He slowly padded his way on the old stained carpet lining the floor to his room door, when he stopped short, and noticed two people standing close around his door. The thought and the action happened in slow motion, the action being slightly ahead of the thought. Just as Devon realized who the people standing at his door were, they had turned around and noticed him. Both parties added 2+2, the reaction of Devon being an internal groan, and the reaction of the two people at his door being of surprise and happiness. Devon stood there in the middle of the hallway not but 20 or so feet away from his door, while the 2 man party approached him quickly with smiles on their face. To the movie critic, the whole scene could have come out to something along the lines of Jaws and Alien vs. Predator, only that the Aliens had joined the Predators. The alien and the predator were jehovah witnesses, and they were approaching him like a shark does when it senses the smell of blood; Devon being the poor, hopeless person in the boat waiting for all hell to descend on him. Perhaps this situation may not have been as bad for others, but Devon absolutely hated religion. Maybe it was because when he was younger, he was rejected by a girl that he fell in love with because she was christian and he wasn’t, or maybe it was the many religious lunatics he had encountered on his many tram rides in england to his school, but either way, Devon despised every religion and every aspect of that religion. To say he was an atheist was an understatement. Devon knew he had a couple of options to select from. He could either listen to what the jehovah’s had to say (that wasn’t going to happen) reject them politely, or reject in the rudest way he could think of. However, they were upon him, and Devon, who was very non confrontational but didn’t mind a good fight, selected the middle option, and when they had begun their sales pitch, Devon politely interrupted them, and told them he had a son that was sick and he desperately needed to tend to him. This of course was a lie, and Devon finally made it to his apartment, and shut the door soundly.
Devon had learned that to be a good liar, it's not so much what excuse you come up with, but the expression and tone it is said with. Devon sat down in the one chair that occupied his apartment, closed his eyes reached for a cigarette, lit it, and took the nicest drag of his life. It had been a crazy day at work, not so much because of the music that was played during his shift, but because of the many announcements he had to make during his broadcasting time. First he had to make an announcement about the occupy group in the field behind the parking deck (they were getting rowdy), a health announcement about the swine flu (the clinic reused the needles in giving the flu shots) the fire at Rue 21, some useless play at the sawmill theatre, and finally the ill timed block party at the roller rink. Devon laughed inwardly at his own pun, and then remembered that someone had invited him to the block party. It was Leon that had sent him the invite, and the party was only in an hour, so devon rushed to take a shower and put some slightly nicer clothes on. Devon then hurried out of Castle Apartments, and walked to the block party. When he got to the roller rink, many people were already partying (things were starting to move into the streets) and Devon, being the unsocial animal that he was, found a beer and began to walk around looking for leon avoiding as many people as he could, but still eavesdropping on many conversations. People were drunk of course, as some were talking about a UFO in the woods or robbers who would only steal left shoes. He found Leon and maybe because they were both a bit tipsy after a couple of beers, they managed to at least not be at each other throats and have a decent conversation. The party was still going close to 11 o’clock, when the sky opened up, and everyone scattered to the nearest form of shelter. Devon was drunk and didn’t really care, so he walked home in the almost monsoon type rain, questioning the point of water and why it existed at all.
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