To the mail carrier that carries that obnoxious red bicycle.
Hey,
I'm neither a Smith, an Anderson, a Brown, a Williams nor a Miller.
I'm a Hazelton, Alex Hazelton.
YOU ARE READING
The Person From The Future
General FictionIn the confines of my room it's calm, the sound of static and dimmed light filling the four walls around me. That is the way I prefer it. That is the way the town looks at night. When the sun rises and the town wakes up it is the complete opposit...
I'm neither
To the mail carrier that carries that obnoxious red bicycle.
Hey,
I'm neither a Smith, an Anderson, a Brown, a Williams nor a Miller.
I'm a Hazelton, Alex Hazelton.
