Reliving the Past

"Ding Ding." The Bakery's door bell rung as it snapped closed behind Rizzo. In one hand, she held a steaming hot cup of coffee. In the other, a half devoured buttered plain bagel. She avoided cream cheese at all costs. When she still drank, a blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese was her drunken snack food of choice. Yup, a plain buttered bagel was a safe route. It didn't bring back any of the cravings. Speaking of what USED to be, Rizzo spotted Charlie Slicks on a shiny new BMX bike-it was probably stolen. He was casually sitting sideways on it, talking to a man inside an unmarked black van. Oh no. Some shit was about to go down. Rizzo could feel it. Charlie was always stirring up some sort of trouble. A couple of months ago, she used to be friends with Charlie. That was, until he drunkenly raided her jewelry box. Of course, she was passed out inside the bar and had no idea what was happening until the next day. That was the start of her realization that her life needed to change.

Really, her downfall wasn't Charlie's fault. He didn't help either though. A cool breeze blew through Rizzo's damp hair just as the drizzle of acid rain turned to, well-acid sleet. Great, now she was wet, smelled, and she still didn't have a real job. On the bright side, some of the other people inside the bakery told her about the annoying above ground happenings from the night before. (Thank God she missed out on those.) Supposedly, some kids made a plan to all call the police department at once and tell them about a warehouse fire just outside of downtown. All at once, the cops jumped in their car with their sirens blaring (the fire department too,) and rushed to the scene where they found no fire at all. Amy Ryan, (Rizzo's old neighbor in the high rise,) said that the sirens "peppered the air" for more than an hour, disturbing her beauty rest. Rizzo would never put it like this. After all, Amy Ryan was kind of a pretentious bitch. So, living in car #1 had its benefits despite the inconvenience. She missed the sirens, and missed having to see Amy Ryan french kiss her "precious" (horrendous) fluffy little dog. Ewwwwww!!!! Even reliving it gave her the creeps......now she knew why she resorted to drinking.