Trace sighed as he looked around his apartment, boxes still unpacked were placed all over the floor. He really need to be unpacking, but he also REALLY needed to find a job. Trace laughed as he locked the door of his apartment, the cat lady that lived down the hall was talking to her cats again. He lit up a cigerette as he huridly walked down the stairs, three flights up he lived, and not one person had made said friendly conversation that he was expecting here in Chicago.

Trace took a long drag from his cigerette as he walked down the street, he passed a pet shop, but washing other peoples dogs really wasn't his thing. But music was, Trace spotted a record store across the street. Not thinking Trace ran across the road ignoring the horns coming from the cars of the angrey drivers. "Geez I thought road rage was a LA thing." Trace chuckled to himself as he entered the small record store.

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