That is not the way homeThe streetlights have been on since before dinner. We ate late and I didn’t stick around after what she said. My mother, she's got a mouth on her. I've got a mouth on me too. I didn’t look back when I let the door slam. I hurried down the damp cinder block steps, pulling on that old leather jacket on the way. The rain caked the dirt to my shoes. I clapped my feet twice before getting in Daphne. And the rain wouldn't be the only thing driving tonight. I haven’t back out of the driveway that fast since the time dadThat is not the way home
Awkward Situations: 8 May 2007Awkward situation #231: You are getting field equipment ready for a day's work. A short man with dirty clothes approaches you. He proceeds to give a nice circumlocution about his station in life and how it involves the efficient storing of cans and bottles. In bags and carts, of course! And slowly he gets around to how that, the storing, involves you. At this point, the sad, dilapidated building behind you seems to be calling in one of its own. Its call answered by a strange man who regards eye contact as something to be avoided, lest a bond be formed. ButAwkward Situations: 8 May 2007
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Man, I can't draw. I'm only here because I have this crazy, unhealthy obsession with all things SasuSaku.
I do have words though. And those words are prett-y decent.
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