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“Yo man!”

Johnathan King heard a voice yell, he turned to face the direction of the call, as did about half of the people on the side walk. Turning his head he saw his buddy Juan, he an Juan went way back to High school. Johnathan's dad was a construction supervisor for a major construction firm. They had moved to Brazil in '91, Johnathan was fifteen, Juan was one of the first people he met and they had been friends since, his family had long since moved back to the states, but he Ex-patted, he had been really resistant to moving to Brazil when he was younger but it was impossible to get him out for much over a month now. He worked a lot of different gigs he was currently a freelance photographer and writer. The pay was good, and he got to go all over the place.

“Hey Juan!” replied Johnathan smiling.

“Sup man been like a month since I've seen you where you been?”

“I've been stateside with my family.”

“Nice, you wanna go grab a burrito and catch up?”

That idea sounded good to Johnathan who had only had Taco Bell, and nothing made with dog for well over a month.“Sure, where?”

“Um, well there is a vendor a couple blocks down,” said Juan helpfully.

“Sounds good I'm up for a little food poisoning.” Johnathan said with a wink.

Juan laughed, “You know it man.”

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These are chars from the story my dad and I are writing, well so far 'I' am writing it all.

I hope I can keep posting *hopes he doesn't slow down*

person number one

Dr. Paul Gonzales sat in his car outside of the hospital. He lit his pipe and commenced to smoke it. He finished his pipe, rolling down the window to dump the ashes out he thought how funny it was that an entire generation of kids were growing up, not knowing where that term came from. For them rolling down a window involved pushing a button.

Paul climbed out of his car, it was a '69 GTO and he loved it. He locked the door and shut it. He bent over in the window glass checked his tie and suit, after making sure he looked good he stepped up the curb, but four quarters in the meter, and walked into the rotating door.

Smiling at the receptionist as he walked in he rounded the corner to the elevator wall he pushed the up button lightly once. He was a patient man and people that mashed buttons to make things come faster was one of his pet peeves. He heard the familiar elevator “bing” and the clunk of the doors opening. Paul stepped in the elevator, he pressed the button for floor fifteen. The door rolled shut and he was alone, with an infinite numbers of him in the reflecting glass just all the Pauli and the muzak alone for the forty-five second ride. Feeling the elevator slow down he stepped up to the doors, the elevator came to a smooth stop and the doors rolled opened. Stepping out of the elevator he held the door for a mother pushing her child in a stroller.

Good deed number one for today, Paul told himself as he turned down the hall to his office.