Summary: The Dangers Of Normality
Louis Hancock 523 words
9100 St. Charles Rock Road
St. Louis, MO 63114
(314) 493-6100 hancockl428@ritenourschools.org The Dangers of Normality by Louis Hancock
Ah, the life of a working class American. A lifestyle sought after by millions around the world. A small house, white picket fence, a mortgage with a high interest rate- John Johnson seemed to have it all. Today was John Johnson's seven hundred and eighty-second day of work. Perhaps the most interesting and redeemable quality John possessed was that fact that he was fully aware that his name was dreadfully common. John was a tall, slender man of average appeal, with bushy eyebrows …show more content…
It was eight-thirty and the subway would leave at eight-forty-five. It was a hot day, and he could feel his armpits beginning to itch. This most certainly meant that he was about to sweat. Great. John being a very dapper individual decided to slow down in an attempt to prevent himself from sweating any further. Now, strolling his way to the subway, John began to notice the people around him. He took particular notice to an elderly woman struggling to maneuver up the steps of her home. For a split second he thought about helping her, but then he remembered he had to make it to his seven-hundred and eighty-second day of work, so he kept …show more content…
John was a cultured man and he wanted everybody to acknowledge this. He made sure to position himself so that the golden lettering of the title glimmered in the dim subway lighting. He then took a good look at the pages he had left to read, and skimmed through the pages he had read. He was quite proud of what he had read, although it’s not entirely known whether he had actually absorbed the words of Shakespeare. Nevertheless, he could mark this book as read, in about, let’s say, twenty-pages. Overwhelmed with the anxiety of his impending departure from this particular train, John bit his nails. John was slightly addicted to biting his nails, he was well aware of it. “The first step toward recovery begins with acknowledging the problem.” he said sarcastically. He was glad though that it was nails and not alcohol, or cocaine, at least his nails were free of
9100 St. Charles Rock Road
St. Louis, MO 63114
(314) 493-6100 hancockl428@ritenourschools.org The Dangers of Normality by Louis Hancock
Ah, the life of a working class American. A lifestyle sought after by millions around the world. A small house, white picket fence, a mortgage with a high interest rate- John Johnson seemed to have it all. Today was John Johnson's seven hundred and eighty-second day of work. Perhaps the most interesting and redeemable quality John possessed was that fact that he was fully aware that his name was dreadfully common. John was a tall, slender man of average appeal, with bushy eyebrows …show more content…
It was eight-thirty and the subway would leave at eight-forty-five. It was a hot day, and he could feel his armpits beginning to itch. This most certainly meant that he was about to sweat. Great. John being a very dapper individual decided to slow down in an attempt to prevent himself from sweating any further. Now, strolling his way to the subway, John began to notice the people around him. He took particular notice to an elderly woman struggling to maneuver up the steps of her home. For a split second he thought about helping her, but then he remembered he had to make it to his seven-hundred and eighty-second day of work, so he kept …show more content…
John was a cultured man and he wanted everybody to acknowledge this. He made sure to position himself so that the golden lettering of the title glimmered in the dim subway lighting. He then took a good look at the pages he had left to read, and skimmed through the pages he had read. He was quite proud of what he had read, although it’s not entirely known whether he had actually absorbed the words of Shakespeare. Nevertheless, he could mark this book as read, in about, let’s say, twenty-pages. Overwhelmed with the anxiety of his impending departure from this particular train, John bit his nails. John was slightly addicted to biting his nails, he was well aware of it. “The first step toward recovery begins with acknowledging the problem.” he said sarcastically. He was glad though that it was nails and not alcohol, or cocaine, at least his nails were free of