My Life at 30
I look out my bedroom window at the busy street below. Skyscrapers line the horizon of downtown
The day was spent inside the rat trap where I work. Work is an overstatement though; the job can hardly be described as work when it’s something so enjoyable. The atmosphere, the people, the good food; it’s all so rewarding. It even lets me afford this great view, if you can believe it.
Family is a thing I don’t mention much. Oh sure, I have one, but not one I would care to mention. They have their own little worlds to deal with, and don’t have time to deal with mine. They couldn’t handle it even if I did tell them. I see them off and on, but when we get together it’s about them and not me. I have a game I play with myself to see how long I can go without yawning in a conversation; my personal record is 15 minutes.
Friends are another thing. People I actually choose to spend my time with are hard to come by, but I’ve found some pretty unique ones. Most are in the same work as me, and the ones who aren’t are interested. I can see a pretty bright future for them. I like people I can relate to, and don’t get along with people who I can’t.
Tomorrow will be another bright and fulfilling day, maybe I’ll even meet someone interesting. When you smuggle illegal substances, you don’t get a great big chance for intimate conversation.