Character: Clide

"What is the capital of Peru?" In all honesty, I wasn't really listening. This show just pisses me off more than anything. All of these people that actually make it on the show are either doctors, or teachers, or 'scientists' in claim, but are most often med-school drop-outs. They're so full of themselves and usually end up making thousands of dollars by pressing a stupid buzzer - just because they know that magnesium has 26 protons, or neutrons, or whatever. Thousands of dollars that probably don't amount to what they already own from their doctor, or teacher, or scientist parents. This show just pisses me off.

Lucky enough for me, I can barely focus on anything right now. I remember I was watching "Friends" a while ago. It was the one when they lose the baby on the bus. Everyone tells me that they hate that show, but I don't mind it. I think that was four shots ago, and when I still had my shirt on - by all rights I should go get the sippy cup in the kitchen, but it's way too far of a walk. I have to use vodka because we ran out of scotch, and I'm not waiting untill tuesday for my paycheck. I can still see 'though, and think (I think,) so Danielle won't get mad. I know she's coming home around six, and she's bringing Ian back from daycare. It will be nice to see him, since I don't have to work tonight.

I don't know why I'm still watching this show. Turning off the television probably seems like the best idea right now. In a foolish attempt to get up, I bang my head on the doorframe. Again. I keep fooling myself that if I start something, I can finish it, and it works. The trip to the kitchen wasn't as far as it seemed. There's still a piece of salami in the fridge, so I can tide myself over until about six thirty - which means I've got about an hour to spare before everyone comes home. If I can make it to the door, I may as well go for a walk.

It's cold out, but not cold enough for my good jacket. Putting my shirt back on, I grab my sweater and almost trip, stumbling out the door. I feel like everyone stares at me as I make my way down the steps. I know that's not true 'though - people are usually afraid of me. Whenever I pass someone they always stare at the ground, unless they're just kids, then they can't stop staring up. Ian is like that. He will be two years old in June. That's over two months away and Danielle's already preparing for the party. She always gets worried whenever I go out alone. It's not like she says it, but I can tell. She doesn't say, 'Goodbye Clide,' with that happy tone anymore, and there's something about the way that her eyes sink whenever I leave. She has every right to worry 'though. More than once I've turned down the wrong corner and some punks decide to take me on just because of my size. It's worth it since I managed to land a job as a security guard down at the Clivesdale Park Mall - not bad for my first job right after college. Now that I think about it, It's been two or three days since I've got out of the house for something other than work.

Maybe I'll get something nice for Danielle. I can always get more scotch next week.