Xbox

Here I am, stuck in a city choking on the smog filled streets that birthed me. Nothing but strip malls and mid-90s architecture set the mood for a dank experience the hallmark of which follows me like a sixth sense no matter how hard I try to stay away. The asshole who lives behind me and only knows how to communicate via cursing and shouts only adds to my exasperation. I know he’s doing something illegal, but I’ll let him slide, if he ever seriously crosses me I’ll be sure to see that he’s busted.

The fire department down the street is the evidence that seals the deal in this no-win situation. They took it upon themselves to steal my company’s own fire hydrant and do what, sell it for scrap? If that isn’t utter irony I don’t know what is. It’s these types of situations that embody the type of world in which we live now. But every so often something appears in the corner of my vision that makes all this bullshit worth it. Whether its still being alive after barreling down the 710 corridor during rush hour, or when I’m good and drunk I’m hopscotching from one side of the street to the other like some sort of modern day Magellan as I march myself to the local Walmart. That’s what life’s all about for me, it all evens out eventually.

But then again, I wasn’t surprised when my Xbox Series X was pushed back yet again! After an already long wait of ten days, I was looking forward to finally receiving it today only to be disappointed once more. This isn’t even including considerations that one makes while day dreaming, like, is my Xbox sitting in some college frat house being used as an ashtray? Or perhaps in the hands of a Colombian drug cartel and is being used as a case for which to smuggle narcotics? Innocently delivered?! No, that can’t be, I can’t imagine my postal worker double-duty’ing as a drug mule.

Still the week wait looms and I’m stuck wondering just what my Xbox is doing now. Is it really coming on the 12th of September when they said it would? I don’t know, but until then I will have to content myself with the awareness that life’s a bitch and pass the time however I can. That, my friend, is reality.