The below is a response to a writing prompt to a post in /r/dirtywritingprompts, is purely fiction, and represents only adults above the age of 18. Please enjoy!
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November 11, 2022.
A day like any other I suppose, though today was one to be extra sharp on; after years spent at the bottom, I was due to make Junior Partner today, and that meant…well, it meant things were finally looking up for yours truly. My Dad would stop telling me I wasn’t going anywhere, that old relic Mr. Slader would finally give me the respect I deserve at the office, Jaimie’s mom would stop telling her that I was no good for her. Yeah. Yeah, today was a good one.
Going about my morning in the usual fashion, showering and brushing my teeth, scarfing down some toast and coffee, giving my roommate shit for leaving his bong in the sink again and asking whether he’d be chipping in for rent this month. Being a busy man about town, I forgot my good suit at the dry cleaner’s last night on the way home. Dumbass. No bother, I’ll chuck on the eighty dollarest one I have clean and head off. Dave asks me to let his cat in before I go. He’s a lazy jag, but I don’t mind. Scribbles is cute enough to make up for his owner’s degeneracy.