Post by recco on May 10, 2010 1:38:26 GMT -5
A tear trickled down Gay's left eye as he staired into what was left of the world trade center rubble. It was at this point that like him; thousands of innocent men, women, and children lost their souls. However, the difference was Gay still has the opportunity to reclaim his. He wiped away the tear just before it could splash upon his brand new suit. Bowing his head; he said a prayer to which ever God was listening. He knew there was some kind of higher power out there, but he didn't know just who it was. What he did know: by checking his watch was that he was running late to open his bar. He was almost certain that Slick Rick, and his bimbo blonde girl friend would be waiting at the door so they could use the backroom for their own little party. A party Gay himself liked to take part in now and again, but that was on more free spirited days. Sadly, after moments like these looking out over the mass grave he was in no mood to play with the nose candy. Though he smiled at the thought of getting high. He always felt closer to God when he got stoned, but then again anyone who uses drugs could tell you that. He began to step away, but paused to take one last glance at the fenced in area. Shaking his head he looked around as if not wanting to be seen and shoved his hands deep into his dress pants and began to blend in with the ever growing NYC crowd. Soon he was gone from sight; another lost soul among soup bowl of NYC.
