it was one of those nights where the sky had a morbid overcast, fuzzy, orange tinge to it. i could easily compare it to dirty paint brush water from a water color session after seventh period art class. probably the end results of painting a citrus and orange farm- or a graphic blood bath. when you look into the night sky and the moon looks like something else and it seems everyone is warm and safe in their own or lover's bed. when there is no one for miles around except a few late night drivers on the main road. when the air is thick, damp, yet refreshing and you feel like you've been casted in an indie zombie apocalypse film. it was one of those nights you felt adventurous and free and full of gut, even though you are just hungry, lost, and walking into a shit-hole Denny's in the ghetto because you have a hankering for late night breakfast for dinner.
to be continued
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Red Rum
Non-FictionA collection of short stories about the life of odd and sickly natured Germany Klinkert through their adventures of self discovery and the struggle of major depression in high school.
