The clock hand shifts to the number 9 on his antique
Rolex-most likely an inheritance from his late grandfather-as Joey wiggles
impatiently in his seat directly next to the doors on the bus, tempting
thoughts of a nice warm meal at home in maddening enough to compliment a lonely
bus ride. His story couldn’t begin with a more mainstream plot but then again,
Joey is just your average guy. Working those extra hours after the usual nine
to five. A man who lives in that worn-down flat overlooking the busy streets of
the hood.
As much as he could have wished for, Joey led the ordinary
life as a single 27 year old. Forever hoping that he would one day wake up as
charming as his namesake from too many reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.s but Joey was
different, or so he imagined. The unspoken conversations swimming in his mind
presented him with a symptom of introversion, narcissism, and loneliness which
he denies flatly.
“No. The Joey in question was meant for greater things.” He
muttered to himself. So there he sat for quite some time, staring into the
darkened glass windows on the bus as if reflects back onto his eyes. Only God
will know his thoughts for only He would be able to fathom the depths of human
imagination. Like Captain Nemo and the Nautilus, Joey drifts into the mind’s
abyss. A place of fuzzy dreams.
**the story continues….if you had the power to decide how a
person’s life was played out, will you play the Hand of God or be the Devil’s
advocate?
This is Joey’s life. A playground for the imagination with
you on the controller. Any decision that you make will reflect on Joey’s life,
be it good or bad. So have fun, but choose wisely. Joey is waiting…
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