The Tomato, Window, and Me
The beginning of any story should start with an attention getter. That's what they teach in high school. I say, **** that! I believe a story should be told straight, and to the point. Truth is Pure, and always delivered Cold. No need to serve it any other way. Anything but the truth, are merely twisted facts that present a blurred picture, hiding the artists' thought. Well, here is my story. As a true story, it is my obligation to be as accurate and truthful in all the events that occurred that day. In this light of thought, I have decided to share a moment that changed my life forever. The day of 'The Tomato, Window, and Me'.
It was a hot day, middle of summer. I was hungry. I decided to make some food. I took a tomato, and started to chop it. But as I did, I noticed it smelt quite bad. I had bought it quit awhile ago. So I opened the window, which hadn't been open in months. I picked up the tomato, and threw it out as far as I could. The tomato dropped like a projectile, down 8 floors from my apartment window. Then, all I heard was... Splaaat! The tomato had landed. A fraction of a second before the tomato had landed, my life flashed right before my eyes. I closed the Window, and promised myself that I would never do that again. I am not a tomato killer, please don't judge me.
So, that is my story. No gimmicks, no tricks, no elaboration. Just stone cold solid facts.
