1 Chapter 1? : How can i start this?

Living under the pressure of the money I had to find a job as quickly as I could. My actual situation went from a big pile of garbage to an even more dangerous pile of more smelly dirty nuclear garbage. I didn't think back then when I was working at that hospital where people didn't even live enough to see their children.

It was a place with lots of white walls that are every single day miraculously clean. Even if I stay up all night I just can't find out who cleans of these walls. Still, that's not the only surprising thing, you can see in every angle like a mirrored place. Even the food was better than my mom's, seriously.

Potatoes and carrots all over the plates cooked in a nice hot steam pot. Not even Gordon Ramsay would make better than those. Every week we could find a new plate on the menu. Normally, today is a couscous day, every Friday is a couscous day. What I like about couscous is that smell that can escape through the kitchen while I was checking on some patients.

My normal habits are 4 per day. Seriously that's small but they liked me at least, I was the only one they liked. Knowing that I was their favorite I left them a small note under the pillow, and they were all happy after they survive the operation, not because they survived that is, of course, a relief but because they were happy to see me smile again. Yes some of them couldn't get out of the room because of their lack of luck or hope, I would say courage but that's what the medic says when they speak to their families, they just don't know how to take it easy with words.

Today was a Friday so I had to check on my dear Josh, 78 years old and yes he's still as handsome as he was when he got in 59 years ago. Poor man, he got that small brain cancer and didn't want to leave the hospital because he was so attached to that nurse his cancer got even wider. And you tell me that your love story was a bad one? He stayed for more than 20 years how would you call this a life? Well, he brings out four stories about his life, each has more than 1800 pages each. What a romantic man.

The afternoon Tony was the "Wanted" one. Most of his life was spent in this place. He's born here and he never left at all. Well, one time he did and he almost got out for good. He did like the outside world but as he got out they arrested him because he was naked. Yes, he was also smoking a cigar which is not allowed near a hospital at the time. He is 19 now and he's a god at cooking. Most of the time he cooks the plates except Friday, which is the day he sleeps and I have to come to wake him up at 4 pm in the afternoon for his weekly massage. That's his favorite day and the worst time I pass in my whole life. Sorry, Tony, you gotta do some exercises sometimes. I wonder how you can walk with that body. But when he cooks he's another man. Fast and clean, serves you in 5 minutes. No more no less.

How about Lucius the black Asian you have to carry to the bathroom. He's a good talker tho, I listen to him when he solves others problems. A fascinating way of thinking, even I can't do better than him, for a middle-aged man. His age is still not known but he will celebrate his anniversary soon. I can't forget it at any cost. He still owns me a service after the come back of my wife. He actually solved my situation just by talking to my wife and to me. Asking questions like a real psychologist.

By the way, I met her at a bar 20 years ago when I was still in college. I was a sad and lonely person which is what lead me to her. Can you imagine? I just broke up and she came to me asking for a drink. I paid for a cup of water. Well, she didn't precise what drink she wanted and because I'm not alcoholic I only drink orange juice. The ones my mom use to make me were all orange and bananas. I miss the taste of the juices my mom always used to make me, but I guess that's what happens when you become an autonomous adult. The only problem with my mom's orange juice is that there is something that always is added to the juice. You never know what it is until you taste it. Sometimes its green, and sometimes it's blue. Most of the time it's red so I deduce strawberries.

I'm just stuck here in this disgusting place. Well, my wife was not that bad at solving riddles. She was the worst one I could ever think of, well I was a bit better than her because I look at the solution before reading the riddle. That helps a little bit. The problem is that I asked her a rhetorical riddle on our first date.

The riddle was "What would I do if I had a wife like you?" She smiled and told me "I would marry you and name our child Winnie the poo"... I gave her my number and left the bar immediately.

She called me the next day at 00:01 am, I answered and she told me "Of all the men in the bar I approached you and you just left me?". Well, I gave her my number so it's something, I also bought her a drink and she's still talking. she also told me this "You always look so sad, I just wanted to comfort you a little." and she hangs up. Tomorrow I saw her again with a wedding dress and she kissed me in public. That's how I got a wife. Yours is probably dead by now.

In this pile of crap, I see in front of me. Back to business, Alex was the one I used to meet at midnight at 23:55 pm exactly. I used to come at 23:56 pm just to piss him off but he was serious about that minute. He told me that that one minute could change the life of a man so I came the next day at 23: 55:59 pm and came in. I found him unconscious. Like seriously I came a second left this time, not a minute. We saved him but the next day he found a way to cut his head off with socks, salt, some papers and light bulbs.

That was an example of one my day at this hysterical place. Good thing he fired me when he saw that I was doing a job that is too good. The paper that he gave me to justify his act he wrote this "He was too good for this job". Like the job I do now is better. It's not don't you dare imagine something fancy.