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On July 4th 2005 a small boy was born. His mother named him Scott Free. His last name is not important to the story and so it won't be mentioned. Scott was born 3 lbs. 4 oz. It was a happy day for his mother but his father wan't aware at his time of birth that his X-girlfriend had even been pregnant so he was still in bed. Scott was born at Mount Sinia hospital a little after 2 am in the morning. She had been in labor for almost 10 hours. When Scott was born he had not cried. He looked around the room of the hospital with a strange curiousty of a new born baby. Everything being new to him. The lights, the walls, the smell, and most importantly the air. It was hard for him to breathe at first but he made the transtion from amnionic sac to open hospital enviorment filled with germs and airborne parasites just fine.
Scotts father slept in his bed on 92nd street in Queens peacefully. Unaware of the new arrivial on earrth and drunk from the night before. His room was a mess. Empty pizza boxes and cigarete packs layed tossed around the room. Some Marlboro, newport, basic, preatty much anything that was on sale that week. He was lucky he was even home and not at work. Scotts father was a volunteer patient at a college in Manhatten for drug testing. They were always watching him and observing him. But he wasn't there today. Ever since he started the damn job his life had been on easy street. Sit around in the white room and watch TV. Just do whatever he wanted to do while the cameras recorded his every movement. It was kinda awkward being watched and the shots he recieved were annoying as well but beer doesn't grow on trees and he needed to drink. It was what relaxed him.
On July 4th 2005 a small boy was born. His mother named him Scott Free. His last name is not important to the story and so it won't be mentioned. Scott was born 3 lbs. 4 oz. It was a happy day for his mother but his father wan't aware at his time of birth that his X-girlfriend had even been pregnant so he was still in bed. Scott was born at Mount Sinia hospital a little after 2 am in the morning. She had been in labor for almost 10 hours. When Scott was born he had not cried. He looked around the room of the hospital with a strange curiousty of a new born baby. Everything being new to him. The lights, the walls, the smell, and most importantly the air. It was hard for him to breathe at first but he made the transtion from amnionic sac to open hospital enviorment filled with germs and airborne parasites just fine.
Scotts father slept in his bed on 92nd street in Queens peacefully. Unaware of the new arrivial on earrth and drunk from the night before. His room was a mess. Empty pizza boxes and cigarete packs layed tossed around the room. Some Marlboro, newport, basic, preatty much anything that was on sale that week. He was lucky he was even home and not at work. Scotts father was a volunteer patient at a college in Manhatten for drug testing. They were always watching him and observing him. But he wasn't there today. Ever since he started the damn job his life had been on easy street. Sit around in the white room and watch TV. Just do whatever he wanted to do while the cameras recorded his every movement. It was kinda awkward being watched and the shots he recieved were annoying as well but beer doesn't grow on trees and he needed to drink. It was what relaxed him.