Sub-Chapter: Waiting

As I sit in this tree, I let my mind start to wonder. I reminise about life and my friends, starting to miss it more and more. I wonder why the Hell this happened, what sort of God or diety or whatever would allow something like this to plague the Earth. Is this how the world is to end? Things like this make a man lose faith. I've just finished this box of Frosted Mini-Wheats. It was only half-full, anyway. As I throw the box to the ground, a stand-up comedy show I saw recently comes to mind. Craig Fergeson (at least, I think that's how it's spelled). It's getting harder to stop and think. Anyway, Craig talks about a rock concert, which leads to marijauna, which leads to the munchies. He says, "Lets go out for some Raisin Bran (pauses) Count Chocula? Pshh, Rookie. Raisin Bran!" It makes me laugh a little. A head turns, a moan starts, only to be cut short by my round. This one was through the eye. I'm getting a lot better. My mind starts to wonder again. One of the last thoughts I have before going to sleep for an hour or so: I hate having spare time. Then I have time to think. And when I think, it's never anything good. Morale goes down. Will to live diminishes. Do I want to go on? And then my mind turns to my friends in retaliation. I fall asleep, I smile. Oh, yeah...I guess I do.