
Her catchup-y spires beckon you
Welcome back, kids. Geez you grow up so quickly. You look so well rested and tan and stress free. Oh how I yearn for those blithe times; I have since pupated from squishy, tender frosh to crusty sophomore. What do the youth even do these days? Do you listen to your pop star holograms on those iPods? *sigh* Here are some thoughts on the this weekend’s cheerful jaunts.
Leonard smelled like regret and shame. The stench of alcohol stung my soul.