Morals bend or break? (2)

Having your mom die and then years later finding out you have a father only for him to be a deadbeat is a great start to a childhood am I right? Anyways i figured since this little guy was abandoned by his family and i was by what was left of mine. We were two peas in a pod so it might not be a bad idea having him around.

With work being in the middle of the night I tend to wake up pretty late into the day I haven't checked o'clock yet but i'm gonna assume it's somewhere around three or four in the afternoon right about now. The Almighty "firecats" game would start tonight might as well go to work a little early tonight and see what it turns out to. I've never been very interested in football, let alone any college sports but as i have nothing better to do i might as well go.

All i really had to do was shake a bag of dog food for tom and leave it open by the window and lock up before i was out the door and able to lock up. Don't ask me why he prefers dog food over cat food I couldn't tell you if i wanted its a mystery and after days of trying to salivate that picky eaters palet ive decided not to question it and let him do as he pleases.and in case you might be wondering if i forgot about that window being open you don't have to worry. The main window doesn't actually open. Above it is actually a venting window if I didn't mention so its extremely difficult for a grown adult to squeeze through though a cat with some agility its a piece of cake.

Luckily my apartment happens to be fairly close to the campus. Its just one bus ride of a homeless guy awkwardly staring at in my direction in the seat across from me away. I just wish he had something to entertain himself with other then the plastic bag he is holding with what looks like a cucumber sticking out. I mean every man needs his grocery store but that thing looks like its molding I don't have to be a genius to understand whatever store he got that from did not pass inspection with any normal human standards. I do my best to ignore him as i get up to leave only to see his gaze follow my back as im getting off at my stop. You know if i was a teenage girl this could be a horror story. But how sad would a mans death be at the hands of a molding cucumber guy. Thinking about brings chills down my spine as i try not to think about it.

Being on campus during the day is a site to get used to compared to night time. From the ghost town im used to its become a clown car of bodies after bodies. There is barely any room to get by let alone actually see where it is you're heading. The buildings for the college are by no means small but with this stampede of students it might as well be a bathroom in comparison. I mean its already got the reeking stench of axe body spray and oddly enough chalk smell in the air. Its already confusing enough with all these scents assaulting my nose. But the bustling nose of gossip and how the new sub in psych has nice tits. I now understand how much I lucked out getting the graveyard shift here. Never again will I complain about boring nights with nothing to do. Ill even take back what I said about the walls. Wait no they are still repulsive to look at i still hate them.

The football field ever so happens to be at the back of the school. Once I made it through the minefield of students and out the back door of the auditorium. The fresh air hits me with the crisp sent of autumn leaves and i can finally breathe again. With haste i make my way down the stone steps straight into the bleachers. Blending in with the crowd of fans waiting for the game to start