DAY 16
Our friend has been sneaking away nights. The evidence strewn about her curbside residence tells the story. Fed up of just hanging around doing nothing, the pedaler decided what she needed was a night on the town. With little money, there wasn’t a lot she could do in New York. After heading to the liquor store and scoring a cheap bottle of whiskey, it was decided that a movie would be a great distraction.
Disappointed with the new Will Ferrell flick “Semi-Pro”, she stumbled home. Before rechaining herself to the garbage enclosure, bleary-eyed, she surveyed her surroundings with a mix of sadness and disgust. It only took one more bitter sip to finish off the bottle, which she then allowed to slip from her rubbery grip. Shoving her popcorn bag through the bars to await disposal, she slumped back down on the sidewalk with a sigh and fastened the chain.
Sadly, though she is more than able to liberate herself, she must only do so under the cloak of night and must always return before dawn, much like a vampire. She knows that her anthropomorphic nature would be far too much for any human to accept and would thereby disrupt the space-time continuum, destroying the world as we know it. Everyone’s head would explode too.
