I sighed as I walk the bustling streets of San Francisco following the way to my work place wearing my monotonous face that has brush the dusty air of California. "Damn, I'm going to be late". I whisper to myself as I quickly pace a path to my workspace. I forgot to wear my timepiece because of that stupid dream. I then started to open my laptop to review my piece; a different shot of people and places. Reviewing the photographs, I took from places I've been and because I was tasked and love to do so. It was all an hour of editing and reviewing my work. My photographs don't seem to be perfect for me and still needed to improve its features in terms of working on its qualities. I got to have my own style, my own version, my own technique in which I should be known by it. The snap is flawless, but it lacks some certain uniqueness while I'm still working on the other photos. A moment later, I got hungry, I don't have food to eat! So, I got out of the office to grab something to devour. I went to a nearby store to get some snack. While I walk my way to the store, I saw a homeless cat on the street, licking itself to be cleaned. I didn't bother to help the animal anyway because it looks scary and I'm starving. There are more important things on this world that needs to be dealt with than a fat cat on the street.
As I enter the store, the song Africa by Toto blasted on the radio while I walk and find something to eat on the store, there I saw a bagel and a cream cheese and took it. I didn't bother to look what kind of cheese it is. I also bought some strawberry yogurt and a water. I never get tired eating yogurt. I walk my way to the dine table inside the store and started to consume the food I bought. While I drink, a woman entered the store, she walked as if she's in a hurry. Well maybe she is. She's tall, slender, and blonde. She looks like she's a mid-thirtyish or fortyish. But she's beautiful. Anyway, she just bought an apple and an orange drink and got out of the store immediately. Doesn't matter because I don't know her. And complementing her or admiring her personally, does not mean I like like her. Even if I'm gay. Whatever.
"What are you looking at?" my coworker Sasha appeared in front of me.
"What the hell Sasha, what are you doing here?"
"Well I came after you because I thought the product here is good since you've been eating here for quite a long time I noticed.. and I kind of need your help after we eat." Sasha replied.
"Hmm, I supposed you only need my help because I know you're on a water diet. So, stop pretending lady" I playfully said.
After I ate all the food, I helped Sasha then I got back directly to work and reviewed the photos I am going to work on. As I view all of the photos, I realized that being a photo journalist is hard, but being a political journalist is harder. That's only in my opinion, of course. I've been a political journalist for almost three years and from that span of work, I can say that politics is like a game for politicians who seem like playing. And corruption is always present to those who have a fiend mind who use their power to gain properties or resources which is not for them. They use it for their personal pleasure. Not for everyone. For them only. Them, wicked souls. But some people are still blind. They let themselves be used by those evil politicians. They are blinded by the promise they didn't even grant. That is why their evil doings should stop. Well, after I exposed the wrong doings of those kind of politicians years ago, I was demoted because the office administrator thinks I am putting our company in danger because of exposing the truth. I understand that some people are afraid to tell the truth because they don't want to put their life at risk so they tend to be quiet despite of the government's cruelty.
It's already five pm and I am heading to the building's exit. As I walk outside, I entered a nearby diner to eat food because I am starting to get hungry. After eating I head out and walk. While walking on the street, I saw the city lights from where I currently stand. It was beautiful. I took some shots of the city and the people using my camera. It is actually nice to be a photojournalist, it's easier to appreciate people and places at any moment. As I continue walking finding some more place to take photographs, I saw my former workmate on the previous company I have worked on for the past three years walking hurriedly wearing a suit. He looks like he's going to a grand party or something classy event that only money wealthy people can attend. His name is Chuck. I also found out that he's also one of the persons to force the admin to let me leave the company. Well, before they told me to leave, I already resigned. No need to force me to quit my job. I don't even know why he is so against me. I am curious on what this Chuck is up to. So, I followed him to where he's going. I found him socializing on some government officials.
"Good to see you tonight uncle, how's your business going"
"Good to see you too, it's doing great. The Korean clients are quite satisfied with their new artilleries"
"Sounds great. If you'll excuse me, I'm just going to get a drink. I'll be right back
I see. Now I know why he's been itching to throw me out of the company years ago because he is Albert Krant's nephew. Albert Krant is one of the government officers who fake their ass out on public to gain support. Of course, I knew it because it's obvious. I took some steps away to hide myself more and to take some photos because I still have my camera with me. After I took some shot, I heard the official's topic. It's about some kind of amusement park they built.
"You are going to love it Marshal, it's done already and we can invite special people to go there" Mr. Kant talks about it proudly.
"Only, if our angel successfully does its job. By the way, how is our angel going on under there at the park?" Mr. Marshal replied with a tone of like a challenge.
"She is doing fine, though she always looks hungry for more. That's why we need to feed her more people"
I was quite confused from what I have heard. At first, I thought they run a high-class prostitution business or something. But as they continue talking, they sounded like they are feeding a secret monster on the park. I slowly begin to walk away after I've heard enough of their talk. As I started to step my right foot backward, I tripped on something on the ground and then there was someone behind holding me to the shoulder and covered my mouth with a hankie and then