Finding the in to a story in mind is half the pleasure of writing. From where should it begin? It's raining heavy outside he has closed the door switched off his devices and is trying to get in the flow but failing. The neighbours had twin daughters two years ago and they're growing up fast they're growing big thorns straight up into his ass "children make noise get over it" their parents say everytime he complains which is almost everyday The hell of it is they don't sleep at night which is his time to write they sleep at daytime when he's away waitering at Burger King. Tonight they're crying louder than ever he can even hear some adults groaning and bawling like babies He's losing it those haters they don't want me to succeed he presses his hands tightly against his ears gets up and screams at the top of his lungs "Shut the fuck up assholes I'm trying to write a fucking story in here" the sounds from outside the distractions subside Next morning as he's getting ready he reads the local news on his mobile Last night Due to heavy rainfall A tree got uprooted and snapped the electricity line One of his neigbours had also died the mother of the twins She was electrocuted when a live wire fell on her as she was coming home from work. Well at least he got a good story out of it He'll find the in at the Burger King he's already getting late.