Need caffeine. Damn, another shitty morning. I drink at every show, fully aware of what I have coming in the morning ahead, and always end up miserable. Fuck it. I need a cigarrette.
As I got ready to head to town to find coffee, I noticed a note by my doorway. Oh no, Jessie again. "Hey Justin, I had a great time the other night, but maybe we could go for a real date sometime? Thinking about you, cutie! -Jess, still your number one fan."
Damn. Some girls just don't get it. Really, "cutie?" I'm pretty sure the last person who called me "cutie" was my aunt Marge. Ew.
Oh well, whatserface will get over it.
I lit my cigarette in the hallway as I waited for the elevator on my way downstairs when my neighbor, Old Man Jenkins, came out. Ugh, caught. "Excuse me, Mr. West, you know better than to be smoking inside the building. In fact, I know you know better thank to smoke at all."
"Don't I?" I thought to myself, but I knew better than to do anything but just put out the damn cigarrette and apologize. I've known Mr. Jenkins since I was five, he was definitely someone who could tell me what to do. Ugh.
AsI headed to the coffee shop, I tried not to think about the results I had gotten back from the clinic on Tuesday. Luckily, I had the unusually foggy weather to distract me. Thank god it wasn't bright outside because my head was pounding. As I got closer to the coffee shop, I saw about fifteen silhouettes waiting outside. Ooohh, they were randies(randoms) too. Not fuckin with that today. Everyone I passed stared at me; you'd think I'd be so used to that I wouldn't even notice by now. But I did perform well on stage last night, even for me.
Then I saw a silhouette that I recognized, that immediately put a knot in my stomache. Oh no, the nurse from the clinic! Don't think about the test results, don't think about the test results.
