You wake up feeling groggy, thinking you may have been drugged.
“Where am I? What the hell happened?” you think to yourself. “The last thing I remember
was buying a pack of Mentos from the newsstand on my way to work this morning!”
You manage to get to your feet and look around. You are standing on a platform at an
unfamiliar subway station. There isn’t a soul in sight. The station looks like a crumbling
relic of a time gone by, like something out of a post-nuclear sci-fi movie. The only signs of
civilization are a couple of rats gnawing at the contents of an overturned trash bin.
After the initial shock of unfamiliarity, you begin to calm down. You revel in the quiet and
solitude, you always were a loner, even as a child. After your father walked out when you
were only ten, your mother routinely left you home alone at night while she went out to
earn enough money to pay the rent on your roach infested apartment. Being too poor to
have a television, you often fell asleep with the music of the local progressive jazz station
and monotone droning of their announcer for company...
You decide to end your daydream and start walking. You have two options: at one end of the platform is a narrow dimly lit corridor, at the other a wide staircase leading downward. The faint sound of a saxophone drifts up from the stairwell.
"Right or wrong, boy, make a decision!" Your father's words echo in your head. He’d always made his choices on the spur of the moment, probably including the day he'd
abandoned his family.
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