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When Kilroy awoke, it was still kind of dark.

How long have I slept? he thought to himself.

He checked his alarm clock. It was 6:34 PM.

Whenever he slept, he either slept way too much or very little. And, in this case, he had slept far too much.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" he asked his mother.
"I tried, but you said you weren't feeling good. And then you mumbled something about a fox. So I decided to let you stay home from school".
"Oh. Okay then. I think I'm going to go for a walk".

Kilroy left the house, and walked about a mile to the local 7-11. Kilroy would have driven there, but he still didn't have his license.

As he walked into the 7-11, he noticed that Casey was working at the counter.

Casey was an aquaintence of his from 9th grade. Casey was a senior then. He wanted to be a mortician when he grew up. Unfortunetly, he chose to turn down an opportunity for an apprenticeship, and he was now working at 7-11. He would prorobly be working there most of his life.
"Pack of cigarettes" said Kilroy to Casey.

Casey handed Kilroy his cigarettes without even asking for ID. He just didn't care. So, Kilroy handed him the money. He wasn't sure how much he had given him, but he just said "keep the change", put the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket, and wandered out of the store.

Kilroy lit a cigarette in his motuh to immuminate his path on the walk home. Dogs behind fences barked at him as he passed. He felt out of place in this neighborhood. With his long black overcoat, messy hair, yellow stained teeth, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he looked like he belonged in a crackhouse.

Before going back in the house, he dropped his cig and stammped it out.
WHen he tried to rotate the doorknob it was locked.

He rang the doorbell twenty-some consecutive times, and got no response.
He tried to enter through the door by the garage, but that was also locked.

He looked in the window to find his mother passed out on the floor, laying in a pool of vomit.

Kilroy shrugged, sat down on the porch, and lit another cigarette.

After he was finished, he fell asleep on the cement porch.