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The George Chronicles: The Plan of Darkness: 3 part series

As the Eastern sun breaks way through my 6 panel discolored window 
I glaze in amazement as to how I survived another day.
The night before I was of no concern to anyone.
The night before I was absolutely non existent.
As my morning unravels I begin with my dark roasted coffee.
Ah the special blend of Arabica beans with less caffeine to control my addiction for coffee as a substitute for any substance abuse in the past.
I prefer to have a musical playlist to start my mornings now. It just seems best to listen to the wonderful voice of Adele, Maroon 5 and Sam Smith to brighten up my best spirits. There's a musical selection that I have grown fondly passionate about which usually puts a smile to my face as oppose to my usual frown. 
I sit in front of my computer on a daily basis. I enjoy reading the usual get rich quick ads. Oh, lets not forget the amazing Fake news that seems to surround us now. Usually, when there's a strong coverage of a certain story that just means that there's a bigger story unraveling. In amusement, I just scroll along to my endless emails which bring me no delight. Not one email that I look forward to. Not even one e-letter from anyone closest to me to say hello. All I see is just a bunch of groupons and coupons of sorts. Along with the infamous emails where you take surveys for money. It's ridiculous. More time is spent on the survey than what you would make at a regular job. 
Well, after deleting the time wasters I then proceed to write down what I wish to accomplish for the day. List isn't to long. Make a sale, close the deal, get off early, pick up kids, come back home, make dinner, win at 9 ball pool and go to sleep. Its the same routine everyday. Its the same list every day. Nothing seems to change since i'm stuck in the same life everyday. This list I stare at it for a couple of seconds. A couple of minutes later, I put the list down and move on to perform these tasks. Everyday, i push to make a change in this life I have. Everyday, it feels like this Galaxy pushes for nothing to change in my life other than what I've got. The hand that I was dealt as most would say. Conflicts and personal problems only increasing and never a way out. Debt consuming me on a daily basis without money to pay for anything even though I have a job. Its never enough. It just seems its never enough to even get by. I think of all this everyday before I leave my home. Then my day begins.....
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