[ WP ] Every time you think about death , it gets closer .

I sit here, daily, wondering why I am the only one that ca n't tell my left from my right. I mean hell! EVERY time I try to explain directions, someone comes back FURIOUS with me! Maybe I just think too fast. But, who does n't? So many things to deal with. Bills, food, children... and what the *hell* will I do tomorrow? It's my day off, I am so excited, and it's a Saturday! I have n't had a day off in close to 3 months. These hours have been gnawing at my sanity. 
 
 Yesterday, when I was carrying groceries out for an old lady, she asked while looking at my name tag, `` How old are you, Anthony?''. I almost slapped her. I do n't even know why. She was so sincere. I'm telling you, sometimes I just feel like I need to sit down and taste a good meal. I just never get the damn chance. Tomorrow will be my day to do just that. 
 It was coming dangerously close to the end of my shift. That time of the schedule when you are so close to clocking out, that all you can think of is just that. In result, you end up slacking off. Not that I do n't slack off. I have quite the uncanny ability to do that very thing. 
 
 I work at a local grocery store. Typical. Lots of this. Lots of that. I prefer being cashier or bagging groceries. Lots of interaction with people in that area. I always get a kick out of the different kinds of people that come into the store. Most of them are very angry. **All** of them seem very old. Well, they *look* very old. They do n't act it. The things a lot of them are into throws me off. Current fashion, music, the way they talk. It's almost like they are trapped in the wrong body. I certainly Love conversation with them. 
 
 One time, this old man was very annoyed. I just could n't figure out why. The cashier finished checking him out and I helped him to his car, carrying his bag for him. I could see bumper stickers for *Left Over Beauty*, a local indie group. I was at their last concert, and it was great. He looked at me and said `` Their last show was amazing. I never moved so much in my life.'' I gave him a funny look. Then he said, `` You'll die too. ``, got in his car and drove away. 
 
 As he drove away I felt my stomach turn slightly and my vision seemed to blur momentarily. I had some Chinese for my lunch break, and I felt it coming. I ran to the bathroom and puked. It came up in full chunks, gross. I cleaned up and went back to work. There was no sense in leaving since I did n't feel sick.... I never did recall seeing that old man at the show. 
 
 Those crazy things happened all the time. It's why I Love this job. But, I am gon na **destroy** tomorrow. And it is 8:25 pm. I clock out in 5 minutes. This is about that time I start walking around straightening bags and what not. Mostly just to make it look like I am doing something. Then I go clock out. Which, I just did! 
 
 This is crazy, I have a bottle of Kraken at home, plenty of food, plenty of comfort space. This is it, I'm heading home now and I'll be back to my daily routine on Sunday! 
 
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 March 16, 2047 
 
 **Anthony Thompson** 
 
 *D.O.B. *: 8-7-2022 
 
 *Height*: 5'9'' 
 
 *Weight*: 95 lbs 
 
 *Ethnicity*: Caucasian 
 
 *Cause of Death*: Natural, accelerated aging resulting from thanatopsis. 
 
 *Details*: The deceased was found in a lawn chair. There was a bottle of rum on the ground along with a paper plate. He was found shirtless in swimming shorts. The body was aged, as in most cases. No sign of struggle. 
 
 **Time of Death**: March 16, 2047 - 15:35 PM
