Jed was slumped back in his tacky, plastic over metal frame chair- large arms crossed over the surface of the matching plastic table, the rough material of his thick leather jacket making soft swishing noises acrost the smooth plastic. Jed's stone gray eyes flicked upward in a routine check of the digital clock at the exit of the room- almost twelve. The interest clipping he put in the newspaper directed anyone interested to the Dixie Boy gasstation at 12:00.

Jed broke the silence of the room with a loug craaaack sound, heads turning to view the large man leaning back in his chair, having just used the backrest to make one of the most stomach churching cracks anyone had ever heard. Slowly he rose as soon as necks turned away, his dangling metal wallet chain ringing gently against the steel frame of the chair, resting against his black denim jeans as he stood. Idly he tucked the large cuffs of his jeans over thick, reverse steel toed boots. "Hurry the fuck up..." He grunted, shifting a lock of hair out of his eyes.

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane