After the fire trucks and ambulances came and all of the smoke and fire was gone, I went home to watch the news and find out more information on the weird events that took place earlier. I got into the house and turned on the television to The Wilshire Tower's News Channel. Its basically the only channel I have since I cant afford cable. The headline at the top of the television screen read "Tragedy In Wilshire Towers". The reporter was stating that during the midst of all the fire and smoke, someone died. Their name, Edith E. Evans, the librarian. Throughout all of the fire and smoke, the library was burned down. She was so devistated, that library was her life. I find it very ironic that the library was like her life, and as the library burned down and was destroyed, she was too.
Those thoughts begin to make me think did she kill herself? Was the destruction of the library too much for her to handle? If so, then I dont believe that it was worth it. I did not really know Edith that well because I do not have time to read. The only time I really came in contact with her was when I would go to the library to fill out job applications. She would never really speak that much so I didnt know what kind of person she was. Although I really didnt know her, its always a tragedy that someone dies. Everyone is close to someone, even though their death may not affect you. R.I.P Edith E. Evans

Today, I went to the mosque. I believe that the reason for me not being able to find a job is because I have no type of religious influence. When I was with Jennifer, she would always tell me of how there was no point in going to church because if there really was a god, there would be no poverty, or crime, or disease in the world. Life was going so good between us so I never really took it into any consideration; until now.
Its thundering outside again so I picked up my umbrella and headed for the mosque. Some weird van just keeps driving around Wilshire Towers, i dont know who they could be. After going outside, I flagged down a cab driver and asked him to take me to the mosque. As I arrived at the mosque, you wouldnt believe what happened. The mosque was on fire! How was I suppose to get any religious influences on my life now? Sirens screamed thoughout Wilshire Towers. Along with the devastation of not being able to enter the mosque, the cab driver told me I owed him $26.00. I looked in my wallet to see that all the money I had left was a twenty dollar bill and a ten dollar bill. That was the last of the money my mother gave me before she left. Now, I have $4.00 to last me for the rest of the week.
What made the day even more weird is that the prostitutes are outside throwing alcohol on the fire! This is making the fire much bigger, and harder to put out. I have no doubt that all of them are drunk. And to make it worse, the homeless people at the shelter just broke into the liquor store in the middle of all the chaos and giving more liquor to the drunken prostitutes. I dont have any money left, so I have to walk all the way back home. On my way home, a dark colored bus pulled up slowly behind me. I was scared stiff because that just gave me the thought of the drivebye shootings that occured earlier in Wilshire Towers. The window of the truck opened and all I saw was Japanese people with cameras ready to take my picture. Well, I thought; say cheese!!

Its a beautiful day outside. Its usually dark and gloomy in these parts, but today is different. The sun is shining and its a perfect 70 degrees outside. Since its a beautiful day outside, i'm not going job hunting today. I need to find something else to do today, but what is there to do in Wishire Towers? There is an old movie theatre behind the library, but I don't know what movies are on and I don't have anyoone to go with. Maybe i'll take Marge. She's not so much of a catch, but she's not bad either. If i'm lucky, this date will go a lot better than the one to the carnival was. I'll just wait and see how this one plays itself out. I wonder how my ex-wife Jennifer is doing. The more I think about her, the more I miss her.

Today, I began my hunt for a new job. When I looked out of the window, it was raining and sleeting at the same time, kinda off and on. I decided to wear the biggest possible raincoat that I could find, along with bringing an umbrella with me. The first place that I decided to visit for an application was the butcher shop on the corner down the street. I never really see anyone in there but Dave, so i figured that if anyone needed help or workers, it would be him. As I entered the butcher shop, I immediatly smelled the smell of liquor mixed with raw meat. I rang the bell on the counter and no one answered. I waited for a minute and rang the bell again, but still no answer. After waiting for about five minutes, I was convinced that no one would be coming to the front to answer my bell. I climbed over the counter and there they were; the shop's applications were sitting right there. I took two and headed out. Before I walked out of the door, I paused for a second or two, contemplating in my head if I should take some meat home; Dave would never notice. After about ten seconds of standing there thinking, I just decided to go ahead and leave.
The next place that I decided to go to was the place Jewish deli across the street. As soon as I walked in, I saw about three people with little black hats on their heads sitting in the shop enjoying a sandwich. They see I do not have a hat on and look at me as though I am in the wrong place. I approach the counter and asked,"Are you hiring?". The man behind the counter did not say a word. He just calmly walked to the back and came back a few minutes later with a packet about two inches thick. He handed me the packet and told me to have it back by tomorrow at 4:00pm. I thought to myself, "this s**t is going to take all night.". "This is the last place I will be getting applications today. Its time to head home...

Shayn Todd

Hello everyone. My name is Shayn Todd. I am twenty nine years old. I just moved into Wilshire Tower, apartment #1007. I use to live in Virginia, but the reason for my move is a long story.
Everyday, my ex-wife would tell me how i needed to get a job. We had our own apartment together but when I lost my job, she was left paying the rent. I would always tell her how much I loved her and how I would go out and find a job. Then I would be able to take care of her the way it should be; that was until I became accustom to staying at home and not having to work. I would always say that I went to look for a job but no one was hiring. I fell in love with the way I was living. I didn't have to wake up and go to work every morning, I had unlimited time to do whatever I wanted, and I had a home to live in. Life was great.
This went on for about a year until my wife decided she would not take it anymore. One day I decided to go to the bar with a couple of my friends to watch the game. When I returned back to the apartment, I noticed that my wife's car was not in the parking lot. I walked into the apartment to find a letter taped to the refrigerator. The letter read, "Dear Shayn, I really love you with all of my heart but I cannot continue to live this life. You don't have a job and you just go out with your friends all the time. I need someone that will be there for me, someone that would be able to provide for me and the family that I plan to have. I am so sorry that I am leaving you, I just know that it is something that I have to do. I hope you have a great life. Love, Jennifer. P.S. Please don't come looking for me. After reading that my heart immediately dropped. I began to cry and lay in devastation. About two or three hours later, I realized that crying was not going to do anything for me. I needed to do something with my life. I called my mother and told her what happened. I asked her if I would be able to stay with her until I found a job and a place to stay. She said that if I found a place to stay, she would pay first and last month's rent. My mother lives nearby but, but Wilshire Towers is the closest, most affordable place I could find. That is how I ended up in Wilshire Towers.