The last time that he had jumped from a building, he had never considered the possibility that he might live through the ordeal. There had been a lot of panicked screams, someone shouting about a terrorist and then for an ambulance, and then, quite remarkably, there had been a pigeon. He'd been utterly and completely disappointed by the entire affair—so disappointed, in fact, that he'd gone and lived at a camp in a mountain where he was granted the opportunity to complain and whine about just how utterly and completely disappointed he was, exactly, in the entire affair. Sometimes he would complain and whine about other affairs, but for the most part he'd stuck to the event involving the roof of the building and the pigeon.
That had been a million years ago, however, and it seemed like his jumping days were over—all except for those days, of course, when he sat in this cubicle, which always startled him, because for some reason, someone had painted it a gorgeous color of sprightly sunflower yellow. Sometimes it blinded him, and sometimes he found calm staring into the yellow walls, but for the most part, there was only the annoyance, as well as the annoyances that occurred in this office, annoyances that were usually enough to reinstate every thought he'd ever had in his roof-jumping days that Dr. Phil had supposedly stamped out of him.
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Date: 2008-11-10 11:42 am (UTC)That had been a million years ago, however, and it seemed like his jumping days were over—all except for those days, of course, when he sat in this cubicle, which always startled him, because for some reason, someone had painted it a gorgeous color of sprightly sunflower yellow. Sometimes it blinded him, and sometimes he found calm staring into the yellow walls, but for the most part, there was only the annoyance, as well as the annoyances that occurred in this office, annoyances that were usually enough to reinstate every thought he'd ever had in his roof-jumping days that Dr. Phil had supposedly stamped out of him.
Opening paragraphs. ^^