The soft, fluffy cotton balls of snow fell gracefully upon the thick white snow that covered up the dull grey walkways all along the streets. South Park actually looked presentable today; appealing even at times like this, if you were to take away the people, the noise and the smell.
Craig lay spread out on his sofa in a loose pair of jeans and a My Chemical Romance t-shirt, flicking through the channels thoughtlessly. The constant Christmas specials had rendered him brain dead and so he stared at the TV like a zombie, lost and blank.
Not funny. Shit. Gay. Seen it. Boobs. Boring, he droned at each and every channel he flicked by, basing his judgement on no more than a programme title and a single frame of what was playing, be it adverts or not, before he turned it over again.
A knock came suddenly on the front door, but Craig didnt flinch. He ignored it, hoping that whoever it was would just go away. However, they didnt and after a few moments the knock came aga