[Matt on the left, Sam on the right]
The cold air mixed well with the cigarette that lay in his mouth while he sat on the park bench, staring over at the kids playing by a lake. Sam Carnegie felt a little bit above shit as he waited on the park bench for his friend Matthew Anders. He looked around, waiting for him before he closed his eyes and spread his arms out on the park bench. The next moment he opened his eyes he spotted Matt heading over towards him, a paperbag in hands.
Matt sat down beside Sam and pulled a donut out of the bag, "Was the hotel alright?" Matt asked him.
Sam tore the donut away from Matt's hands and began to take bites from it, "It was a fucking Super-8. What do you think?"
"Yeah, well you can stay with me and Andy tonight."
"Andy, your boy? How is he?"
"I think he found some of the foreclosure papers that came in the mail yesterday..."
Edited by user 10 May 2011 08:17:28(UTC)
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