A Troublesome Life

The tour ended with the library. I must say, this is a nice town. The library was amazing; a tree hollowed out and made into a three story home, with a basement! When we walked in, I was hit with the aroma of old books. I liked that smell, to be honest, but this was too much. I swore I would’ve almost choked on the air. Afterwards, Pinkie somehow managed to get in, grab me by the tail, and drag me to Sugar Cube Corner. When I went in, there were the people I met, and a few others. I was hit with the sound of a bass, and the aroma of pastries. Here’s how to explain it: You probably know the inside of Sugar Cube Corner, yes? Well, there was a small stage set at one end of the room, with a white unicorn with blue. spiked hair, and glasses at a DJ table, playing dubstep. There was also a small dance floor set up. A few ponies were dancing. And, there was a cake that read ‘Welcome to Ponyville, Strum!’

I looked around in shock. Pinkie asked me if I liked it all, but I didn’t say anything. Frankly; no one had ever thrown me a party. Sure, I had a few birthday parties when I was little, but when I was six, I stopped having parties. Also, sure, I went to a few parties, but they’d never really been happy experiences. Pinkie was waving a hoof in my face saying ‘Helloooo, Pinkie to Strum, can you read me?” I wasn’t paying attention, I was lost in thought, and, well, amazed. (Please forgive the cliché)

Then… I laughed.

Then, it was my turn to hug her. I started to thank her. I told her I loved it, and I… well… tried to dance. Two things; 1) It’s hard to dance while you have saddle bags, and a guitar case on your back, and 2) I can’t dance. I set down the saddle bags, and the guitar, and… well… attempted to dance. A few of the ponies laughed at me, and I laughed with them. We ate cake, and other pastries. I was surrounded by friends, laughing, and having a great time.

After the party was over, I was pretty sad. It was like when you have a fantastic dream, and then you wake up. But, I was still content. When I walked out of the bakery, I stopped, and just stood there. I had no place to stay. It hadn’t even crossed my mind, as I was caught up in all this shit. I just stood there, thinking; where was I to stay? Where am I supposed to even live? Do I have enough money for a home? What about furniture? What about food and water?! What about electricity?! What about-

“Uh, Strum?” said someone, cutting off my train of thought. I turned to Twilight. She looked at me worriedly. I realized I had fallen to my knees and was grasping my chest. I stood up, cleared my throat, and looked her in the eyes.

“Yes?” I said, trying to forget about my small anxiety attack.

“Are you all right?” She inquired.

“Just fine.” I lied. She looked at me with worried eyes. I began to feel uncomfortable, and shifted from hoof to hoof. Hey, I’m not the most honest stallion, nor am I the greatest liar. I could tell she saw through my lie.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, most likely ignoring my lie. I let out a silent groan of surrender.

“Well, I don’t have anywhere to stay.” I said reluctantly. And, hey, I might as well tell the truth, albeit, not the whole truth, but, hey, it’s better than nothing.

“Oh, well, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”  She said, smiling at me. And, she was right; I did figure something out: I slept on a bench. No doubt I really will be viewed as a homeless man now, I thought.