The City... Dawn

The sun rises very slow, like a timid child getting out of the box were he was hiding from the girl of his dreams. The light begins to invade my huge flat, on the Fulham borough, in London. The light hits my closed eyes and I wake up... Who am i? Lucas Ashton, a good for nothing chump in a good for nothing planet. I stand up a little dizzy and I get a look from the window. I live in the 80th floor of a huge condo building, just next to Stamford Bridge. The sun is beautiful, the site is awesome, and I get a very good perspective because of the huge window of my huge flat. I sit down in my bed and start thinking about a lot of things... My parents, my lustful girlfriend, yes lustful, but caring, loyal, sweet, charming girl. My dear friends in Oxford, the ozone layer being destroyed, and whatever the fuck is going on, all was in my head, always this happened in the dawn, every day of every month of every year, since 2012.

And as the sun creeps into my flat, i begin to walk all over the place, remembering how life was before 2012, yes, it was rough, but a lot more enjoyable. Today it is a quiet life, peaceful... But very empty; today, there is no objective in life that studying and getting a job; marriage is obsolete, you change of women as you were changing your tighty whities; after 30 years of working you retire and wait and wait and wait the date of your peaceful and empty death. Nobody cares if you die or not, you die and period. Your funeral is private, only for your doctor and one government agent; they bury you and period. Adios amigo... The government for some strange reason prohibited cremation. Ok, i will stop saying depresing things...

After the sun finally reaches its correct place, I go to the shower. I turn on the five tellys in the bathroom... One is showing the sun, the second one is showing all the manipulated bullocks on BBC news, the third one is showing all the manipulated shit on ITV news, the fourth one is repeting the Liverpool-Nottingham Forest match, I hate the fucking liver birds... 26 years have pased since their last championship, what a load of loosers. The last screen was showing how the Venezuelan-American war was going. Again, that old fuck of Chavez scaped, i don't know how, he can barely walk the bastard.

Next, I steped on the shower, nice refreshing water pouring on my body... NO NO, jajajaja, this is not a porn journal, jajaja... Well, I finished showering, dried myself... Wait a minute... I haven't told you a little about myself. As I said, my name is Lucas Ashton, born in the 20th of June of 1990 in the fabulous port of Manchester. I arrived in London when I was only 5 years old. I learned to love this city, obviously, I had to love this city, is the capital of my country. During the course of my life, this world has turned into an embarasing place to live. My god, i'm only 26 and I am the Chief of Office of the Mayor of London... Wicked, is it? Well, thank God I got the job, thank God that he made me an intellegent piece of shit and thank God I can say thank God. The bloody francmasons and the pieces of shit of the atheists have this world in their sloppy grip, so sloppy, this damn world is upside down.

Well, enough of this nonsense, I put on some nice fancy brown jeans, a fancy nice black turtleneck and a fancy nice brown leather jacket, oh, and a fancy nice pair of adidas Gazelle, i love these shoes. Then, breakfast; eggy on a basket, my favorite since i was a little child, simply delicious. Then, wash my teeth, and off i go... I take a last look to my huge window... The Dawn is simply magnificent... Well, off i go to a new adventure in a jungle called London, this jungle being part of a bigger jungle called Planet Earth...