Rideshare Linus; Less then half an hour and the begining

Jazz plays on my pandora box
I am left with less then Half an hour to write. With this small room of time I would like to explain my leaving of this great town called Manitou.

It's was a cold and unorganized aisle. The frozen aisle in *safeway that is. I work frozen for two weeks. Frozen, for those of you unaware, Is the little section in the grocery store filled with your zombie food (tv dinners), ice cream, pizza etc. . . foods that have had their soul sucked out by Micro Waves. No one really cares for these aisle. The product goes so fast, and at the safeway i worked at, only one man manages the aisles. This task is horrible! I can't begin to explain the back room! Filled with backstock. Arff. What a grave sight.
Topic is ; Leaving Manitou
Let me get back on track. It must have been three in the morning. i was stocking the Aunt Jemima Frozen sausage when I got the 'weird' urge to look up Jack Kerouac. Using the internet on my phone, I Typed his name into the youtube search engine. I pick the first video clip. The clip loaded and I listened to an Exert from "On The Road". And in my state of mundane, frustrated, sorrow, I heard i man describe my thoughts and he was agreeing with me. "I wrote the book because we are all going to die. . ." With his words, I felt like i was standing still, behind a shield, while the whole world passing me by. I thought, what a shame it would be to have one day looked over my shield to have found that life passed me by, but only because I had neglected life.
My sheild the protector, my sheild is my weakness


*safeway; food market in Mid'west