Post by houndish on Sept 6, 2010 19:06:17 GMT -6
Cash's steps were even, easy as he made his way to the main office. He needed all the boring papers and crap... it was pretty sickening, especially that he has to intinate the conversation. But, then again, whate ever. He would get to be with his horse and his guitar soon. That was really all that mattered, even with the fact he might not have his own room.
Paperwork, oh glorious boring paperwork. His guitar was in the case at his side, plastered in stickers. Greatful Dead, Rush, Tim Mc Graw, Brad Paisley... all the greats. A fedora was perched atop his head, black skinny jeans clinging to his legs, Super Man t-shirt stretched across his abs. The deck shoes on his feet were broken in, finally feeling good. He was comfortable with himself, just not the new surroundings.
Paperwork, oh glorious boring paperwork. His guitar was in the case at his side, plastered in stickers. Greatful Dead, Rush, Tim Mc Graw, Brad Paisley... all the greats. A fedora was perched atop his head, black skinny jeans clinging to his legs, Super Man t-shirt stretched across his abs. The deck shoes on his feet were broken in, finally feeling good. He was comfortable with himself, just not the new surroundings.