What can YOU say in six sentences?
I'm jerked awake by the sound, my heart beating a million miles an hour. A thousand thoughts race through my mind at about the same speed as the adrenaline coarsing through my veins, causing my hands to shake... is someone breaking in... is someone stealing my car... but I dismiss these thoughts quickly because nothing I own is worth shit. Who the hell breaks in these days to steal a VCR, or an old TV that weighs more than I do, or a car that's worth more when the gas tank is full than when it's running on fumes... still, I grab "Skull Cracker", the 34 inch slugger I keep under the bed and creep towards the kitchen. With one hand on Skull Cracker I use the other to flick the kitchen light switch and smile to see that I have nothing to worry about... I had been awakened by one of the traps catching that furry little bastard who would so brazenly watch me from the center of a room, and who left countless tiny, black, tear-shaped droppings on my counter.
I look around at my shitty surroundings... the mouse traps, the crappy things I own, the things I DON'T own, the things that don't work in this hell hole - because the landlord doesn't give a fuck, he's just waiting for the next sap... every bit of it is caused by my lifestyle (if you can fucking call it that)... DAMNIT it's time for a change... and I'm more than a little ashamed that it took a mouse trap snapping at 2:30 in the morning to make me realize that!