1. The Hopeless Man

The date is 04 of August 2001, my name is, I know its not the best name but I didn't like it either, I live in New York, I have brown hair and green eyes, Im currently wearing a grey suit because I'm on my way to an interview, I'm 35 years old and Jobless, I've had a couple of jobs here and there but I always got fired or quit because the stress was getting to me.

Before my interview, I visit my favourite cafe Windows on The World, it was located on one of the top floors on the north tower of the World Trade Center, I know it is in an annoying place and every time I want to visit it I have to up about a hundred floors but to me, it's worth it.

It where I proposed to my ex-wife, she might not love me anymore but I love her more than anyone else.

I order a coffee which is more than I could afford but I didn't care. After drinking my coffee I hastily make my way to the elevator and out the building, I didn't have much time left until the interview, I wanted to become a reporter so I went to the NBC news station where I had applied for the job.

I walk in the front door and headed over to the front desk where a lady putting on lipstick was, she had blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Hi, I'm John Dane here for an interview," I tell the lady, she doesn't respond "Hello?"

"I'm busy ask somebody else," The lady tells me in an annoyed voice.

"Excuse me?! I'm here to get a job so do yours" I tell the woman.

"Pft whatever old man" she picks up the phone "Yeah some old geezer says he's here for a job intern whatever, yeah ok got it bye"

She puts down the phone and goes back to putting on lipstick.

"Hello? What about the interview" I said with an annoyed voice.

"Your too late the position was filled this morning," she says with a nasty smile.

"What they said to come at one pm," I say out of frustration.

"they changed the time to 9 am, you where emailed about it dumb ass," says the lady going back to doing her lipstick, I turn around and walk out the door with my head down, now what, am I going to be homeless? This isn't the first time something like this has happened, I was out all yesterday and today I didn't get back to my potato of a computer to check my emails.

"I know how to calm down," I said to myself, I walk a couple of blocks and into a pub "This is just what I need"

I drink till I could barely stand on my two feet, I handed the bartender some money and gave more than I thought I did, I stumble out the door and look at the sky, Its dark, I look down at my watch but I could see straight, everything started to spin.

"I tHiNk I HaD To mUch tO dRInk... BURP" I muttered, I try to male my way home but its useless, this city is like a maze, I try to avoid alleys so I dont get mugged, I find myself at a park, I sit on the park bench, across from me was another bench with a homeless man sleeping on it, I started to doze off.

The next morning I slowly open my eyes realizing that I had fallen asleep on a random park bench, it was bright and I had a hangover.

I sat up and looked around.

"Great, now where am I?" I ask myself, I had a headache and had to squint because of how bright it was.

I get up and slowly walk towards to road, I try looking for street signs but realise I'm in the park that right in front of my apartment.

"Really I slept at a park because I could find my apartment that was literally right in front of me," I say to myself, whatever it's time to go job hunting, I walk over to the newspaper stand that was right in front of my apartment building, buy one of the newspapers and head up to my apartment to read it.

I go to my fridge and take out a hotdog that I had bought yesterday, I sit on the only chair in my apartment and eat my hotdog while reading the newspaper.

I read through the different jobs and see most of the ones I've already applied for.

"Dawn I don't have many options left, maybe I should apply to here" I read through the paper for a while and have a look at my options, I lay down on my couch to have a quick nap hoping it would get rid of my headache.

I dream about the times I spent with my ex-wife and daughter, I get to see my daughter every now and again, she told me her mothers getting remarried, that night I drank so much that I couldn't pay for food for a week and had to eat all my week-old food in the back of my fridge speaking of I might need to do that again, I barely have enough money for rent.

I slowly roll off the couch and onto the floor, at that moment I jump up.

"I'm awake" I yell at the top of my lungs, oh just a dream, I hear a bang on my wall.

"Shut up" yelled my neighbour.

"Sorry" I yell back, I'm not normally that nice, but last time I yelled at her to shut up back she busted down my door and scared the life out of me, I'm a bit of a wuss, but I dont like to tell people that, I dont tell anyone anything, I've never trusted anyone with anything, not even my wife or ex-wife that is.