After New York : This sporting life [page 2]

Some would call it peace, I guess. I call it boredom. A comfortable sofa. A microwave oven. An unlimited supply of Coca Cola and frozen pizza. A TV.
There's just one channel, sending reruns of The Dynasty. Non stop. Not even commercials. Of course nobody would have anything to advertise anymore. The staircase down used to lead to the reception and then out to the hot, exciting life of New York City. Used to, that is. Before - no, it's to painful even to think about that. The stairs up to the rooftop has probably changed as well by now. No way of knowing what I'd find up there.
Still, I'm getting restless. I got to do something. I got to get out of here! Anything is better than this! I might as well give in and

  1. go up the stairs.
  2. go down the stairs.
frnordbe@online.no

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