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!!