Hall of Infinite Doors
Under further inspection, the slips of paper were identified as lottery tickets. Both of the tickets were valid and could be turned in for money if they were winners within a week from July 7th. He promised himself he would remember to turn them in to see if they were winning tickets. Perhaps they were $5 tickets, or maybe even more. He was excited, but knew everything in life came in time, and did not become impatient. Instead he finished his breakfast and waited until he thought the public library was open. He headed over to the library and made it in decent time, although he had to wait for all the cross walks to turn green for him.
The library didn't seem to notice him so he wandered around until he found the computers. The computers allowed him to go on for 20 minutes only, because he didn't have a library card, but it was enough to send the man an email. He had one of the librarians help him, because he had never used a computer or sent an email before. The librarian also set him up with an email account of his own so that he could give it out to people. He wrote it down on the back of him hand with the librarian's pen.
The email was comprised of a second thank you for the repair of his instrument, and he had got a lot of people to tip him on July 4th thanks to its great new sound and look. He also included that he was interested in performing and that he could do it any day of the week and at any time. He found the librarian who had helped him and thanked her again, and left.
He found that the emailing process and computers were fun, but confused him. How could doing things ever be that easy? The librarian had told him about the Internet and how it was used. He decided if he ever got money he'd get a computer and the Internet so he could figure out how they worked. He felt like writing a song about the trip he had to the library, but he never had any paper. He had money saved up and no holidays to buy beer for, so he went back to his house and got the money out of his guitar case and headed to a convenience store. He found the paper and utensils with ease, so he went to the desk and had them scanned by the machine. He was reluctant to pay over two dollars for them, but he remembered how he always wanted to write things down and had to write them on his body because he had nothing else. So he handed over t6he money and had the cashier figure out how much he needed to pay and took all the money that he had handed over extra back from her. He felt almost important coming out of a store with something new to do. He headed back towards his place and sat down in the corner and tried writing a song. It had been so long since he had ever written anything, but he remembered bits and pieces and he used to be very good at it, so tried for quite some time before giving it a rest. He knew what he had written wasn't that great, but he couldn't force himself to erase it or rip out a page.
John's favorite thing to do on nice days was to go the park, so he quickly copied his new email address down on his paper and put his money away. He started towards the park. In the center of the park was a nice little niche where a lot of birds gathered and people threw food at them. He chuckled thinking of how easy it would be to be a bird and to get fed for free and be treated nicely by everyone except the kids who tried to catch them. He liked watching that, however, but had never seen any kid find success in the job. He had even tried it himself once or twice when nobody was looking just to see if he could. The birds where too fast for him, reluctantly, but it was a fun game anyway.
The library didn't seem to notice him so he wandered around until he found the computers. The computers allowed him to go on for 20 minutes only, because he didn't have a library card, but it was enough to send the man an email. He had one of the librarians help him, because he had never used a computer or sent an email before. The librarian also set him up with an email account of his own so that he could give it out to people. He wrote it down on the back of him hand with the librarian's pen.
The email was comprised of a second thank you for the repair of his instrument, and he had got a lot of people to tip him on July 4th thanks to its great new sound and look. He also included that he was interested in performing and that he could do it any day of the week and at any time. He found the librarian who had helped him and thanked her again, and left.
He found that the emailing process and computers were fun, but confused him. How could doing things ever be that easy? The librarian had told him about the Internet and how it was used. He decided if he ever got money he'd get a computer and the Internet so he could figure out how they worked. He felt like writing a song about the trip he had to the library, but he never had any paper. He had money saved up and no holidays to buy beer for, so he went back to his house and got the money out of his guitar case and headed to a convenience store. He found the paper and utensils with ease, so he went to the desk and had them scanned by the machine. He was reluctant to pay over two dollars for them, but he remembered how he always wanted to write things down and had to write them on his body because he had nothing else. So he handed over t6he money and had the cashier figure out how much he needed to pay and took all the money that he had handed over extra back from her. He felt almost important coming out of a store with something new to do. He headed back towards his place and sat down in the corner and tried writing a song. It had been so long since he had ever written anything, but he remembered bits and pieces and he used to be very good at it, so tried for quite some time before giving it a rest. He knew what he had written wasn't that great, but he couldn't force himself to erase it or rip out a page.
John's favorite thing to do on nice days was to go the park, so he quickly copied his new email address down on his paper and put his money away. He started towards the park. In the center of the park was a nice little niche where a lot of birds gathered and people threw food at them. He chuckled thinking of how easy it would be to be a bird and to get fed for free and be treated nicely by everyone except the kids who tried to catch them. He liked watching that, however, but had never seen any kid find success in the job. He had even tried it himself once or twice when nobody was looking just to see if he could. The birds where too fast for him, reluctantly, but it was a fun game anyway.