Narrative Essay On Raindrops

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Raindrops hit the windshield as I drive through the empty back roads in the middle of the night. I was just fired from my dead end job and i’m pretty sure i 've been evicted from my apartment, that tends to happen when you don’t pay the rent for a few months. I take my eyes off the road and stare at the phone on my lap waiting for it to light up, waiting for a distraction to take my mind of what i was going to attempt. “You know what,” I say to no one in particular, eyes focusing back on the road “It 's funny how life works. You could start at the very top, with an almost guaranteed chance to go higher, only to end up at rock bottom.” I start to tear up, reminiscing on how I took every chance that was ever handed to me and ruined it. “You could start with a loving partner, a trust fund the size of a small country, and future so secure it makes guantanamo look like a fucking playpen.” I try to laugh but the tears keep flowing. “Then your fiance decides to …show more content…

It was during a football game when me and few friends decide to sneak off to attempt so more non-educational activities, but when we got here all we could do was just sit down and admire the beauty of this place. Ever since then i’ve come here more than a few times to relax and unwind, too just forget about my worries. I’m sitting in the middle of the clearing and I force my attention to the package I had brought, opening it. Inside is a bottle of whisky and a pistol. I grab the bottle and take a swig, then, as per a tradition my friends and I sort of had, pour some on the ground below soaking the spot with the brew. The ground below me is actually the only part of this clearing that isn’t perfect, riddled with dark spots and mold, but plants still grow in this small imperfect patch of land surrounded by perfection. Something about this has always resonated with me and it 's on days like this when I understand

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