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Touche Rain Man - Williams 1 Darryl Williams C Liegh...

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Williams 1 Darryl Williams C. Liegh McInnis ENG 105-06 16 April 2010 Touché Rain Man I wake up under a white layer of uncomfortableness with my naked body lying on a metallic bed of ice this morning. At least I think its morning. It's impossible to tell here in this dungeon of a room absent of any perforations to allow the passage of either sun or moonlight. At least I have this depressing, pitiful excuse for a florescent light in the center of a peeling ceiling looking as if it were the skin of a leopard. My mouth is a desert, and my lips were shattered like so many pieces of my life. I desire to wet my lips with the little saliva I have left, but unfortunately, my mouth is occupied trying to get used to being still for once in my life. I almost smirk, almost. Touché, Rain Man, you got me my nigga. My attitude may seem nonchalant at the moment, but I knew this day was inevitable. You probably want to know how I got myself into such a predicament, huh? Well, it all started with my obsession with music and my longing to be rich and famous. I have always loved music. So much in fact, that love isn't strong enough a word. To me, music might as well have been my alarm clock, because it was my only reason for waking up in the morning. Better yet, it might as well have been the blood in my veins, because without it I'd surely die. I was an aspiring
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