Dimitri Fletcher (oppressed) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-01-31 21:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | communism, ecstasy |
Who: Communism and Ecstasy
Where: Central Park
When: Saturday evening
Warnings: Umm, left-wing politics?
Communism always slept through Christmas. It wasn't that he had anything against the holiday but the gaudy consumerism that went with it made him sick and exhausted every year. While for most people walking through a crowded mall as Jingle Bells played was fun; for him it just felt wrong. But then again, he felt wrong all the time so it wasn't that much different. Still, it was enough for him to lock up his apartment and sleep from mid-November onward. It was a testament to just how bad things were that he found himself waking up at the end of January instead of the first week of the New Year like usual, but it wasn't like he had anything pressing to do. Well, except see if he still had a job.
He puttered around his apartment for a bit, showering and getting dressed in simple and inexpensive clothing before heading outside. Communism drew his rather thin coat around him as he walked, stopping in at a convenience store and purchasing cigarettes and a copy of every newspaper available. Only stopping to give a homeless man a granola bar from his pocket and a few cigarettes, he read as he walked. He eventually found himself in Central Park and took a seat on a convenient bench before spreading out the New York Times on his lap. Rustling through it, he eventually found an article on how North Korea was causing trouble again and smiled. Brilliant.
Having torn his way through the Times, he changed over to the Wall Street Journal if only to read about how many disgusting bourgeoisie companies had folded since he'd been asleep and smiled yet again. At least things weren't that bad.