The night beckons to me, as I stare at my Vague Mobile Gaming Device. I await the fluttering of the eyes, but yet, I do not seem to be tiring. Perhaps my everlasting battle with the fates has yet to stop me, or is giving me the energy I need to complete my journey. I wait, and I set another block down, and another. I'm at the 35th round of the day now, but I must keep going.
"Jerry, Dinner's ready!" I hear my mother call from upstairs. I shout back that I'll be up in a minute. She says I said that an hour ago.
Regardless of whether I did, I must keep going. As alluring as the scent of that defrosted pizza is, I must go on...
This is my story...
I hope a bootleg rocky theme plays.