Heh. Seventy three hours. That's over 3 days. Seventy three hours without sleep. This is getting annoying. The first forty hours weren't too bad. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Well...let me paraphrase. Nothing out of the ordinary for me. The name's Alexander. I run around and I kill things. Basically. It's a little more complicated than that, demons, religious artifacts, a huge scythe coming out of my chest...you know. Normal things for a 19 year old Russian kid. Don't really feel 19, though.
So I'm sitting on this roof, right? Smoking a cigarette...Ever see that movie, XXX, with Vin Diesel in it? There's a guy there with a horrible Russian accent, but the accent's not important. What is important is the line he has. "I love smoke more than air. I will still smoke even after I'm dead." That's me. Right there. 'Less the bald head, less the horrible accent. Smoking is the best activity invented.
Now...for the longest time, I was convinced that the Bible was wrong. You know how it says God created Earth, then put a bunch of stuff on it to run around? I didn't believe that. You know why? It's simple, really. Coffee. That's right. No mention of it. There is NO way any perfect, ub3r-awesome being of justice can spend 7 days making shit without first snagging a carton of smokes and a few pots of coffee. Just not how life works.
Now...this was my theory, until I actually met this "God" person, yesterday. Not really what I'd expected. Doesn't have the whole awesome white glow, doesn't have the choir of angels singing...Shit, the angel guys don't even have wings. They just float around like David Copperfield. I saw him live once, you know. Good show. But I digress. This God dude...good guy, really good, actually...Smokes though, just like I'd expected. I suppose it's more symbolic than for the nicotine. He's got the coolest setup going on. Check this out: an endless pack of smokes. It's beautiful. I told him I'd give birth to a watermelon for a pack, he just grinned and told me to watch what I say. You can imagine that was a long day. Still going. Damn.
Why did I meet God? Oh. Uhm...well...it's a long story, to be honest. But actually...I kinda died. Sorta. I don't really do the whole "death" thing per se. Not in the traditional sense of the word. But that's yet another story.
Ah! Here they come. I've got this trinket in my pocket that I need to get rid of, I'll get back to you though. Oh hell no. They almost hit my car. These punks are lucky I'm not a vengeful person.
| I enjoyed this. It made me smile, and it's creative. You should make a whole story to go with this. (( or is there already a story ? )) Great job, keep it up!||| Posted on 2005-08-20 00:00:00 | by Mia | [ Reply to This ] || Nice take on Alexander, halfway through you took a much different direction than what he's doing in my story, but I like it nonetheless.||| Posted on 2005-08-20 00:00:00 | by RumnMoxie | [ Reply to This ] |