R.I.P Mr. Evans

The day started like any other, with hitting the snooze button on my alarm and getting another 5 minutes of sleep. Then another 5, and another 5 until I had lost 35 minutes to the alarm. After getting out of bed I went to the kitchen to make coffee only to soon realize I had forgotten to do the dishes the night before and didn’t have a clean coffee mug. I could just use a water cup even if it got stained who would care? After my morning coffee, I got dressed to go to the gym. The gym is nice, you can you there to do your thing. There is no losing at the gym, you can’t get fired at the gym, as long as you show up and lift some weights you can have at least one success for the day. I go to the gym every day because it is the only way to guarantee I will get something accomplished before the day ends.
On my way back from the gym I  saw George and Coco standing outside of the parking deck each with grim expressions on their faces. I decided to pull over to see what was wrong. I don’t care much for Coco but she has never wronged me in the past. George has been a steady acquaintance for many years. After pulling into the parking deck the red and blue lights flashing against the walls told me something serious had happened. When I pulled up close enough to talk to George I could see at least 3 cop cars, I asked George what happened and he told me that Mr. Evans was found dead in the parking deck.

Mr. Evans was not my closest friend by any means but I knew him since I moved into Pointe Place many years ago, at the time I thought this would be a short-term living arrangement but here I still am. Mr. Evans was the type of man everyone knew and liked, for the many years I have lived here I can never remember a time anyone was upset with Mr. Evans, then again I don’t talk much with the people here or anyone for that matter. I have dealt with loss before. Ever time you lose somebody close to you, you lose a piece of yourself inside which makes it hurt less the next time you lose someone. After talking to Coco and George I headed to my apartment and looked at my clock. 9:43 AM, is it too early to start drinking?

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