Reaching for his backpack, he pulled out a roll of the morning papers and tossed it towards the nearest front door. His throw was accurate, the result of much training in the past, if not a little off sometimes for it to land directly onto the sidewalk. Sidestrafing his paper deliveries in mid run was difficult so he had to keep to normal pace. Dropping was easier but he needed to deliver those papers to keep up with his record time down this street, with minimum fuss, which was about as fast as any newspaper boy could reach on a bike.<br/><br/>A boy's voice sounded to his right, "Morning, Tony!"<br/>He turned to smile, reaching for his backpack once again, "Morning, James! Catch!"<br/><br/>With one arm, he tossed the paper to the kid and the little leaguer was pretty good with his field, catching it with both hands. With a wave goodbye, he picked up his speed, vaulting over a hydrant and turned round the corner.  By doing that he would pass by the side of the kid's house. To his side, he would be able to catch a glimpse of the parent's bathroom on the second floor, and out of impulse, he would usually cast a quick look at the half tinted glass window. The kid's parents normally had a bit of 'exercise' on mornings like these. Every now and then, he would randomly spot them getting it on in their private bathroom, locked in a lover's embrace, doing all kinds of things. Just a quick glance, before he turned away, shaking his head.<br/><br/>What they did were none of his business. Every now and then, however, he had always thought that this town was a bit strange. It kind of reminded him of Vegas, without the bright lights and the flashy neon signs.<br/><br/>Today's route would stretch all the way to the end of this street, passing several more residences. All of the habitants here normally saw him jogging past in a red and black track jacket and pants with his favourite high grip sneakers, along with the familiar red cap that identified him as local newspaper delivery. Tossing papers left and right, greeting neighbours and random townspeople, he continued on the beginning of his day without fail or deviation.