Post by Keith on Jul 31, 2007 7:47:28 GMT -8
Keith stood at the loading docks as a crane was picking up metallic crates from a frieghter that had recently docked a few minutes ago. It was midnight and yes people work the docks around that late at night. Why was Keith there in the first place?
There was something important in one of the crates. Something Keith wanted to reclaim. It was something that meant a whole lot to him. The thing inside one of those crates was something that defined his persona.
This was something Keith couldn't be without any longer. He wanted to reclaim something that was his pride and joy. It brought back some memories of NYC.
But it was unsuitable for NYC. Los Angeles would make a far better place. Keith patiently waited as one crate was unloaded after another.
"C'mon..."
There was something important in one of the crates. Something Keith wanted to reclaim. It was something that meant a whole lot to him. The thing inside one of those crates was something that defined his persona.
This was something Keith couldn't be without any longer. He wanted to reclaim something that was his pride and joy. It brought back some memories of NYC.
But it was unsuitable for NYC. Los Angeles would make a far better place. Keith patiently waited as one crate was unloaded after another.
"C'mon..."