Post by Jackson Wells on Dec 18, 2015 17:01:28 GMT
Jackson takes a large puff, feeling the menthol and nicotine assault his esophagus. The cigarette finally on it's last limbs clinging for air as the filter starts to smother it. He drops it on the floor and gently places his foot atop it, smearing his sole on the pavement to snuff the life from the cancer stick as he exhales the sweet cloud of tobacco.
"It has been a long time since I've seen my cousin, I wonder how he is doing," says Jackson as he walks in the side door of the establishment, sounds of pins being crashed into by heavy round objects, known as bowling balls. Only two families seem to be here so early, one in lane 3 and the other at the end in lane 14. Thoroughly scanning the lanes he decides that lane 1, closest the side door would be best for himself and his cousin. He was unsure if his cousin smoked, but it would be perfect if he wanted to, not to mention they wouldn't have to wait on two lanes if this place suddenly got packed.
Jackson walks up the counter, "Size 9 1/2 please for lane 1," he pauses to ensure the man turns to look at him, "There will be two of us." placing the yen on the counter.
The employee, with out so much as a sound of recognition began to wobble to the shoes, seemingly struggling with his obese body structure. It was at that moment of movement that the grease and sweat odor that exuded from this man finally assaulted Jackson and out of composure alone did he hold back the look of disgust. Reaching for his shoes and hurrying to escape the man's proximity Jackson just thinks, "My cousin better hurry up, I'm already regretting coming here."
Then as he turns to walk away lets out a small exhale of air, preparing to intake the fresh odorless air away from the employee who so assaulted his nasal cavity.
Roman
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"It has been a long time since I've seen my cousin, I wonder how he is doing," says Jackson as he walks in the side door of the establishment, sounds of pins being crashed into by heavy round objects, known as bowling balls. Only two families seem to be here so early, one in lane 3 and the other at the end in lane 14. Thoroughly scanning the lanes he decides that lane 1, closest the side door would be best for himself and his cousin. He was unsure if his cousin smoked, but it would be perfect if he wanted to, not to mention they wouldn't have to wait on two lanes if this place suddenly got packed.
Jackson walks up the counter, "Size 9 1/2 please for lane 1," he pauses to ensure the man turns to look at him, "There will be two of us." placing the yen on the counter.
The employee, with out so much as a sound of recognition began to wobble to the shoes, seemingly struggling with his obese body structure. It was at that moment of movement that the grease and sweat odor that exuded from this man finally assaulted Jackson and out of composure alone did he hold back the look of disgust. Reaching for his shoes and hurrying to escape the man's proximity Jackson just thinks, "My cousin better hurry up, I'm already regretting coming here."
Then as he turns to walk away lets out a small exhale of air, preparing to intake the fresh odorless air away from the employee who so assaulted his nasal cavity.
Roman
