He turns on the living room light, and slumps into the couch. He doesn't feel like going out. He would probably get lost, since the city is totally different at night, than at day.
He takes a few sips of his coffee, and relaxes. He has to order that paper once the sun comes up, and people who weren't partying the night before are actually awake and moving.
He puts his socked feet on the coffee table, and looks at the small pile of Sports Illistrated Magazines on the table. I could've been a great football player. One that all people would look up to. He saw a picture of a man in a Philidolphia Eagles uniform, holding his helmet with a large grin on his face.
He thought of what it'd be like, to be a famous football player, and wear his twenty-four jersey for all to see. To this day, he still didn't know why he hadn't gone along with that career.
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