The Story Bay

"Oof! It smells in here." I thought as I was being stretched and rubbed against people on the subway. My owner has a car, but for some reason, he prefers to use public transportation. I think he might be stalking someone. Ah, I almost forgot, I am Sir Jack. I am a sentient Jacket. I can think, feel and ugh! Smell things. It's 2020, it'd be unwise for you assume that I don't have feeling s. Let me tell y'all a story. I was on my owner, with my hot body wrapped around his. I saw this jacket in the office. He was Gucci. He had zips in all the right places. I wanted my owner to get closer so I could get a better look, but alas, he doesn't really swing that way. I tried to swallow my feelings, "Cool your jets, it's just hormones" I said. But the heart wants what the heart wants. That night, all I could think about was the jacket I saw in the office The way his hot tanned leather wrapped tightly around the body, the way his zips teased me...

People have defined insanity as "Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome" I understand why people say that about insanity, but they could not be further from the truth. I remember the time I made a bet with my friends. It was easy money. All I had to do to win was climb up to the 50th floor of that abandoned building and take a selfie from there. And so I stepped inside the building. It was old and withered. The elevator did not work. I had to take the stairs. "50 flights of stairs, exercising is paying off." I thought.  I started climbing the old wooden stairs. They creaked with each step. As I soldiered on, I couldn't help but notice the beautiful metal floor markers on each floor. I made my way through the old building. I went past the spider webs and rats; but so far, no serial killers or demons. I started counting the floor numbers as I climbed up to distract myself from the chore. 15, 16, 17, 18.....