Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 4:18:46 GMT
A young boy is standing next to his mother staring at a man sleeping on a bus that has stopped. The doors are open and the mom and son are just waiting for their turn to exit. The boy has been looking at this man for a good while now and his mother has occassionally reminded him that staring is not polite.
"Are you sure we shouldn't wake him up, mom?" The boy asks, clearly worried about whether or not this is the man's stop.
"Son just leave him be, there's no need to disturb him. He's a grown man if he needed to get off at this stop I'm sure he would." The mom answered back. The boy was more than satisfied with this answer as it made sense to him.
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2 hours later
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"Hey, sir. You've got to get off here, this bus isn't going anywhere else."
A startled Arthur Thomas awoke from his peaceful slumber. He had always been able to sleep on busses, cars, or even airplanes. Whatever it was, Arthur could always catch a snooze. This time he was waking up with a yawn and a stretch.
"Did you say we were in San Francisco?"
"San Francisco? Sonny, it's been about just over 3 hours since we were in San Francisco. We're in Reno, Nevada now. You'll have to catch another bus if you're wanting to get to San Francisco." The bus driver told Arthur this news without really caring the inconvenience it put him at.
"Fuck." Arthur said.
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3 hours and 30 minutes later
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"That'll be $600." The cab driver was very satisfied for only three and a half hours of work at how much he was able to charge for this trip.
"Fuck." Arthur said.
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The next day.
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Arthur was arriving at The Arena. The place he would be calling home from now on until his next opportunity in wrestling presented itself. Needing to walk here as he was getting a bit short on cash, he was very awestruck. This place, although no Taj Mahal, was way bigger than the rinky dink building he trained in.
"Now all I have to do is make a name for myself, how hard could that be?" Arthur said to himself but still out loud because you never know who might be catching all of this and wanting to write it down.
All he had left to do now was sign his contract to compete, and prepare to be booked. He had been preparing 10 long years for this. He was glad it was finally time to realize his dream and attempt to take the wrestling world by storm. His only regret he had to this point was the pain he was going to inflict on whoever they made his first opponent.
A group of people walked past Arthur with looks of concern. He was just standing their with a big grin on his face looking at The Arena. Nodding his head slightly. They're slight whispers caught his attention and managed to snap him out of his little day dream. He felt a hint of embarassment creeping in to his mind as he regained focus. He took off towards the building, ready for a fight.
"Are you sure we shouldn't wake him up, mom?" The boy asks, clearly worried about whether or not this is the man's stop.
"Son just leave him be, there's no need to disturb him. He's a grown man if he needed to get off at this stop I'm sure he would." The mom answered back. The boy was more than satisfied with this answer as it made sense to him.
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2 hours later
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"Hey, sir. You've got to get off here, this bus isn't going anywhere else."
A startled Arthur Thomas awoke from his peaceful slumber. He had always been able to sleep on busses, cars, or even airplanes. Whatever it was, Arthur could always catch a snooze. This time he was waking up with a yawn and a stretch.
"Did you say we were in San Francisco?"
"San Francisco? Sonny, it's been about just over 3 hours since we were in San Francisco. We're in Reno, Nevada now. You'll have to catch another bus if you're wanting to get to San Francisco." The bus driver told Arthur this news without really caring the inconvenience it put him at.
"Fuck." Arthur said.
---
3 hours and 30 minutes later
---
"That'll be $600." The cab driver was very satisfied for only three and a half hours of work at how much he was able to charge for this trip.
"Fuck." Arthur said.
---
The next day.
---
Arthur was arriving at The Arena. The place he would be calling home from now on until his next opportunity in wrestling presented itself. Needing to walk here as he was getting a bit short on cash, he was very awestruck. This place, although no Taj Mahal, was way bigger than the rinky dink building he trained in.
"Now all I have to do is make a name for myself, how hard could that be?" Arthur said to himself but still out loud because you never know who might be catching all of this and wanting to write it down.
All he had left to do now was sign his contract to compete, and prepare to be booked. He had been preparing 10 long years for this. He was glad it was finally time to realize his dream and attempt to take the wrestling world by storm. His only regret he had to this point was the pain he was going to inflict on whoever they made his first opponent.
A group of people walked past Arthur with looks of concern. He was just standing their with a big grin on his face looking at The Arena. Nodding his head slightly. They're slight whispers caught his attention and managed to snap him out of his little day dream. He felt a hint of embarassment creeping in to his mind as he regained focus. He took off towards the building, ready for a fight.
