Chester: My good friend

THE LEMON

Day One. Thursday

Today was my first full day with my new friend. I kept him in my cargo pocket all day occasionaly checking on him from time to time. I could not keep calling him lemon because he ment more to me then just a lemon. So today I came up with his name. I will call him Chester. Today Chester did not do much but make me smell lemony and make my pockets look stuffed.

Day Two. Friday

Wow Chester is geting rough. Over night the texture of Chester has changed. I think its because I left him on my window and that Philly sun might of got to him. Other than that me and Chester had an uneventful day. I left him at home for the first half of the day and made sure I went back home to pick him up for the evening. I was gonna be partying the rest of the night and I wanted to make sure Chester came along for the fun. Chester was not looking his best that night and he ended up going home alone. I felt bad for him.

Day Three. Saturday

I woke up really late this morning and totaly forgot where I put Chester. It was a crazy night. I looked all over the house, but nothing. Luckily I got a got a call from my girl friend who I guess took him home. I was really pissed. After a long argument, my girlfriend asured me nothing had happened. I apologized to Chester and Natasha and spent the rest of the day just hanging out at home. Chester is geting darker though and is starting to smell a little rotten. Other than that I still think he is a great lemon.

Day Four. Sunday

Today I worked on alot of work with Chester by my side. I sat at my computer trying to concentrate but this big fat yellow lemon thing kept looking at me. I put Chester in my draw for the rest of the day so I could get some work done.

Day Five. Monday

Chester looked very unhealthy this morning as I opened my draw. I felt Chester for awhile. He has started to form a brown spot on his forhead or the top of lemon. I put Chester in my bag and started my day. I got back to my house and got ready for bed. Then I remembered I still had Chester in my bag and had to write about him. I pulled him out and he looked pissed.

Day Six. Tuesday

First thing this morning I remembered to look at Chester. I get the feeling that he thinks I dont like him. He is not how he used to be. He used to smell so good and have a nice feel to him. Now he stinks and hard as a baseball. I used to want to eat Chester, now im not so sure.

Day Seven. Wensday

This is my last day with Chester. I would like to say that im gonna miss the thing, but Chester has been so cold recently. He feels very sticky and hard. He also looks like shit. I think Chester is dieing. I never thaught I would feel bad for a lemon. At least he has lived a longer life then others. Ill miss my good friend Chester.