A Slice of life

Essay by Paul LoudinCollege, Undergraduate February 1997

download word file, 5 pages 3.0

Downloaded 43 times

Thump!Thump! There was a loud noise at the door, 'Alright hold on,

I'm coming.' Tim yelled. Tim was in his early twenties, he had a blue

mowhawk, always dressed shabby, and addicted to heroin. Tim walked to

the door and opened it, 'Yes.' he said sarcastically.

The man at the door asked if Gwen was home, 'Are you Gwen's new

boyfriend' Tim asked him. 'Yes I am, my name is Tony' he replied. 'Nice to

meet you' Tim said. 'No, Gwen is not here right now. I think she is still

trying to get the job at that bar on 6th street' Tim replied.

'Oh, well tell her that I came by and just to give me a call, OK?' Tony said.

'One problem' Tim said. 'Oh, and what's that?' Tony replied. 'Didn't Gwen

tell you?' Tim said 'we don't have a phone, or a T.V or any other

appliances, we are gutterpunks.

Why do you think we live in this shed?'

'Well I guess I will just come back later' Tony said with a strange look on his


'Tim! Wakeup! ' Gwen yelled. 'Huh?' Tim replied. 'Wakeup!,' she

yelled back. 'Oh, OK' Tim yelled back. 'That boy, Tony came by, looking

for you, he thought we had a phone.' Tim said chuckling. 'You didn't tell

him that we don't have a phone or the other stuff did you?!' Gwen yelled.

'Um, well kinda yeah, why?' Tim questioned. ' Why?' she yelled and

stormed off.

Gwen was the type of girl who didn't care what people thought of her, but

she didn't like it when people would find out that she was poor. She had

blonde hair, and was very thin. She wore sequined pants, and these funny

looking shirts most of the time, unless she went out.