“Ch-ch-changes! Turn and face the strain, ch-ch-changes!”
What an appropriate song, Justin thought as he stepped onto the city sidewalk traffic. He looked down at his iPod. Ah, David Bowie.
Behind him, his now ex-boss was shouting profanity at him, but Justin didn’t care as he stuffed the other ear bud in. The peppy beat from the ear pods worked its way down to Justin’s feet and he was practically dancing down the street. He couldn’t help but bop his head to the music. He found that he didn’t even care that those around him were staring as he went by.
Of course, they could just as easily be wondering after him for the shouts coming from the restaurant he’d just left. The place of his former employment.
Justin smiled. Things were going to be different from now on. He was sure of it.
“Time may change me, but I can’t trace time!”