Monday, March 11, 2019

Odie clutched the can of orange juice

Odie clutched the privy of orange juice. It was very cold against his palms which were very fuddledeither from the coldness or the sweat that was slowly forming in his callused pass on. He had callused handshands which had been witnesses to the harsh realities of life and the absurdities of thingsof fate and of faith. Odie smiled upon remembering his hands.The hands of a warrior. He was watching the battlefield in front of himthe warriors were armed. nevertheless a simple command from himtheir leaderand the potassiums of warriors would be willing to release their lives for the survival of their tribe, of their nation.Odie raised his right hand, brandishing the gleaming sword in the breedthe war has begun. He opened his mouth to give the command and a car screeched nearby and Odie was awakened from his day dreaming. He was no warrior and in that respect was no sword.The jackpot of orange juice had lost its coldness by then, and Odie walked up their pathway into the confines o f his home. No, it was a house. No, it was also not a house. It was a minute apartmentjust a very, very littler space in this world where he can sleep, eat, take a bath, change clothes, and become someone else.Odie stepped into his room and looked at the computerthis is itthe upshot when he wampum from universe the muddled and the ridiculed Odie. This is the moment when he stops from being the weird and tame Odie. In fact, this is where he stops from being Odie altogetherhe can now be anything and anyone whom he wants to be.The only thing in the world right now is the computer screen, the plenty on-line who are impatiently waiting and clamoring for the attention of his other selfBrigade719.Odie logged on and Brigade719 has entered the world of cyberspace. He was now lost to the unceasing possibilities which can happen. He can be the warrior who brandishes the gleaming sword, he can be the courageous general who bravely stands on the front, he can be the destroyer of evil em pires, and he can be the prince to the some princesses who are vying for his on-line attention.Odie clutched the can of orange juice. He walked slowly and taciturnly along the hallways of his universityno one was paying him any attention. If a psyche looked at him now, in a matter of seconds, he would probably be forgotten. He was small, scrawny, and shy. In the room, he nevertheless spoke he barely talked even when he was addressed by his professors. Not that his professors actually talked to him.The amount times of people actually addressing Odie would be the average times a Starbucks store would be closing downwhich to say, was rarely. Yet, he was kind and gentle. In fact, he was too kind and too gentle that people rendered him to be non-existent. But thats okay with Odiesince later on, in the confines of his tiny apartment, in that very messy roomhe becomes someone else.Odie logged on and Brigade719 has entered the world of cyberspace. There, in the screen, are over a hundre d invitations to be his on-line friend. There, in the bright, bright screen, are over a thousand possibilities of showing his intelligence, his bravery, and his wit. Brigade719 smiled. He was readybringing his fingers closer to the keyboard, he took on the possibilities.

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