The day started in the evening for him. nevertheless he struggled to get out of his bed. He just needed a little nudge to get his day doing like a coffee or a favorite song. He was not exhausted, he was just feeling hopeless. It was normal because his bedroom would be nearly 500 degrees Fahrenheit. He just wanted to sit at that table and think about his life. It was also normal, because he had the innate ability to think whereas his cat did not. However, instead of doing that, he left his apartment immediately. He was going to his barber. However, he changed his idea quickly because his barber had a huge tendency to cut his hair a little bit shorter than his like.
After five minutes he was marching in Manhattan with a hot coffee on his hand.
Coffee, Manhattan and something to do…. these