Crunk wasn't happy to be woken up that morning. He'd only got home from Plop Miller's Christmas party three hours before. It had been wild.
He opened the door "I aint ordered anything..." to see the Amazon delivery guy stood there. He saw his name on the package and signed for it. "Thanks, Zamir" he said, closing the door. It was great to see his former teammate adjusting so well to life after football.
Crunk shook the package. It was too small to be anything football related, but gave a weighty thud from side to side. Maybe this was the result of the iPhone sponsorship he had asked his agent to pursue? He opened the box excitedly. His heart sank when he saw the contents was a book, and as he turned it and read the cover his heart sank further. The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey.
Was this a joke? Who could have sent it? He didn't know the answer to either of those. What he did know is that he couldn't remember the last time he read a book, and there certainly weren't any freshman girls around to read it for him, like his college days. There was no note with the parcel.
Crunk sighed, put the cardboard packaging with his recycling, and walked to his downstairs bathroom, where he placed it next to the toilet, underneath his signed copy of "Fumbling Through", Jay Cue's autobiography. Then he went back to bed.
He opened the door "I aint ordered anything..." to see the Amazon delivery guy stood there. He saw his name on the package and signed for it. "Thanks, Zamir" he said, closing the door. It was great to see his former teammate adjusting so well to life after football.
Crunk shook the package. It was too small to be anything football related, but gave a weighty thud from side to side. Maybe this was the result of the iPhone sponsorship he had asked his agent to pursue? He opened the box excitedly. His heart sank when he saw the contents was a book, and as he turned it and read the cover his heart sank further. The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey.
Was this a joke? Who could have sent it? He didn't know the answer to either of those. What he did know is that he couldn't remember the last time he read a book, and there certainly weren't any freshman girls around to read it for him, like his college days. There was no note with the parcel.
Crunk sighed, put the cardboard packaging with his recycling, and walked to his downstairs bathroom, where he placed it next to the toilet, underneath his signed copy of "Fumbling Through", Jay Cue's autobiography. Then he went back to bed.
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