The Walker

The Walker

The Pinnacle

He had been walking for years. In fact he was so used to walking that he didn’t even bother to go to sleep. Not that he could sleep, but he was so used to walking that he completely forgot about sleeping and it was so long since he had slept in a bed that he didn’t know how sleeping in one felt like anymore. Beds might as well never even exist anymore. Walking was a way of life to him now. Sometimes he felt like Forest Gump, who just wouldn’t stop running.
At first when he couldn’t sleep he would ride busses and subways the whole night. However, eventually he got sick and tired of coming home before dawn smelling of alcohol and urine. At three o’ clock in the morning in Manhattan it was kind of hard not to smell like that after riding the subway. God, how he hated it. Sometimes the smell would get so bad that he began to get headaches which wouldn’t stop. The whole day he would feel like someone had just smashed a huge rock on the top of his head. When he would be walking along the Arizona Interstate and the sun was about to go down, only his silhouette existed. He was not always like this though, before he had a normal life with a normal job and then somehow it all went downhill.
Roger Pinnacle always thought his last name was ironic. Pinnacle meaning the highest point, but for him nothing seemed to be the highest point. Ever since he was born, bad luck surrounded him ever where he went. When he was four he was waiting in line at the park down the street from his apartment to get on the swing, and there were at least five other kids waiting. Finally it was his turn, and he was jubilant. However, for some reason when Roger got on the swing God decided to snap the chains off the bar. Roger, who was definitely not expecting that, flew up about ten feet into the air. Little Roger had cracked one of his front teeth and broken his arm.
Another time when luck was not on his side was when he vomited all over the first girl he took on a...