missed payment.

[reagan]

Zeth Cross was a slender guy by nature, his build came natural to him, without much up keep, a dozen doughnuts and lose two pounds, models were surely envious. He sat on his couch, a small pipe in one hand filled with pricey pot and a lighter in the other, aviator sunglasses guarding his blood shoot eyes. he stared blankly at the 32 inch tv, that was full of white noise, the cable company had disconnected his cable yesterday, but here he sat watching pictures floating across the screen, playing a masterpiece of a dramatic scene he wished he could play a part in.
he sighed tiredly before taking another hit on his red and blue pipe, he sucked it deep into his lung and held it there for a moment, happy he'd picked the ounce over the cable, who needed pretty faces floating by when there was active imagination? he blew out the smoke in a cloud and coughed deeply, feeling the high embrace him, holding him in arms of floating butterflies,except not literally. the thoughts that pressed him when he got this high was unbelievable, crystal clear and never flooded with fear or doubt, just pure raw thoughts and goals of his life. pot would never be something he'd give up.

he lite the pipe once more, cashed. he frowned, where had it all gone? he emptied the remains in the ashtray on his coffee table and tucked the pipe between the cushions, and laid back and closed his blue eyes, between deciding whether to check the empty fridge or fall asleep, loud bangs came from the front door 3 feet in front of him, "your two days late on rent," a voice yelled on the other side of the door, surely it was his landlord, the guy that owned this dump. He felt a smile flash his face, as he lazily got up and slide his remaining bills under the door, "there ya go," he said in a friendly voice, and then grunted, "chump." afterward. he may be late on the payment, but at least he paid, right?