Horns were being honked, fingers were being thrown up, and shouting vibrated across the world. It was a day like any other, except a feeling approached me, paranoia? Joy? Fear? I could never tell with my own body. My body is always warm, tingling with sensation, a sensation, always a sensation of sorts. The body is an unnatural natural thing, made up of substances that condense from the universe. Miniature bobble heads are what we are to her.
I strolled down the sidewalks of L.A, the streets were tyrannical but calm all at the same time. I was heading to meet a friend, his name was Ricellious, he was about 5'8 or 7, he wore baggy jeans, a hoodie, and his hair was scruffy with a curly fro. An intelligent kid he was, he just enjoyed the delights of women, and it seemed he was influenced easily. I don't think that is bad, we all are influenced by something, it's just the matter of what. He's a good kid still finding his way, he was 18 years of age. I was a year younger than Ricellious but graduated ahead of time. I was a "nerd" you can say, my head was always in a book trying to understand great space and time.
I came to a stoplight eventually, I waited, watching anonymous cars flagrantly rushing through red glossy traffic lights. A uniformed car chased after a navy blue car. It was nothing surprising, it was just a regular day.
Ricellious stood with his back against a gate waiting for me and in the form I had just described. I saw him from a distance of where I stood. As soon as the lights passed, I treaded across, passing cars while being stared at. It always made me uneasy.
" Hey, Ricellious." I said, giving him a handshake " how have you been?"
" I've been good man."
" That's good to hear, well here's the book, dude."
" Oh thanks, I've been wanting to read for quite a bit. "
" Oh yea? What's made you interested in reading books now?"
" Truth is I just
want to better myself and understand myself more."
" That's awesome I'm glad!"
" So if you can, keep the books coming, yea?"
" Of course my guy ." I said smiling " I got you"
We went our separate ways. Recellious went home that day. He hadn't opened the cracked, tea stained, and worn out book yet. It laid on his comfy bed, with its title facing up to the lights that shined a reflection towards it. It read the illusion of source.
Ricellious was busy that day with online classes. School wasn't his strong suit, well, he didn't do much for it. He only did the minimum amount in order to pass to the next grade. That was satisfactory to him and that's the only thing that mattered to him.
After a long day of nonsense school work, he went to...