Acid Rain

Today was my day off. Its also Wills' (not his real name) last day at the apartment. His work is taking him elsewhere. I didn't bother to ask where because Wills likes to be dramatic and secretive.

It rained all day today. After checking the chemical warning level of the rain, mild acid, we grabbed our rain gear and headed to the Cities Edge. The area is mostly abandoned because of how close it is to the water and the reckless way the tides have been rising over the last ten years.

Wills took pictures. I just watched, when i was younger it was fine to go outside in the rain without an umbrella or rain gear. I tried to imagine what it would be like to not have to put on the thick poncho, gloves and boots everytime it rained.I can't remember what it was like.

Acid fog got thick faster than it should with a mild acid content. the forecast must have been off. We were only out for a couple of hours. 

Sticky Funky Gum, NY and other clarifications Wills feels I should make

Wills (not his real name) feels i am too blase about what people know and do not know about living in the NY Soveriegn. Apparently there is a whole world out there that assume Sovereign is something that it is not. He also feels I should explain a bit about certain laws and other imperatives. What Wills wants, Wills get... Bastard.

First and foremost, I must say Wills is not semi-famous, he is selectively renowned.

Secondly, in many countries, including NUSA and SUSA, Sticky funky gum is illegal to buy and sell. But then so are other things like tobacco, and stimulants with too much caffeine. Here in Sovereign, we can kill ourselves if we want, with anything we ingest, but if its in smoke format it is illegal.

Lastly, transport. From the outer regions (formerly known as boroughs) we can get to Sovereign proper by light rail, boat, bridges. The islands are smaller but not by much. we have storm walls and watch the tides. We don't have a gondola system. New York didn't turn into Venice and we were able to retain some of the underground systems.

With that said, my coworker got a case of the shakes so bad that the manager noticed. He's on his way to forced vacation and breath tests for the rest of his working career. So, victory for my mundane ass.

Wills

My friend Wills (not his real name) decided to go all "Your home is my home" on me. He showed up at my sweet little 12 x 12 abode with a case that took up half of my walking space and made himself very comfortable. I find it a complete boggle that he'd even bother to come all the way out to the boonies to visit let alone stay. My neighborhood could be worse, but the apartment spacing can be a little phobic. plus the tide was way up today. Moon and gravitational pull and all that, but a hard wave brought water lapping up an extra half a block.

Wills is semi famous for taking photos of cities under the sea. People are intrigued by the past and all the things that were lost to the sea. So, he dives and he finds the these awesome images. He would probably take pictures of anything but this is what pays the bills fastest.

Last night we went to this wicked underwater rave. He found it. i ended up having a bit of sticky funky gum, spaced out looking out the windows and dancing with my reflection. It was located in the upper west end. Its been years since i went free running in the ghost towns areas. We entered a low building and went down 6 floors. low lights and loud music. It was like a taste of heaven in a triple enforce loft.

Still hung over, about to catch the light rail for work. So much for mundane.

Mundane.

I was late to work today. I can usually make it in on time, I always make sure to leave a bit early just in case the light train is delayed. Well, I jump on an express bullet, straight over and through to west midtown but due to "atmospheric inconsistencies" the solars didn't charge well enough for the train to go full speed. They must have taken it below 75% power because we snailed it. 20 minutes in the smog. At least the O2 filter worked.

i got there maybe 5 minutes before my charming co-worker. He called me mundane. right, i'm mundane. Meanwhile i see him on his cycle 5 days a week. His life range is so limited. I always see his hands shake toward the end of his shift. He has the the trems. You can smell his fear of reality. Addicts are the ultimate mundanes because they all think they're so special but they barely eek by.

Mundane? Like I care.