It was so silent that I thought it might
- It was so silent that I thought it might have been me for a moment, but a second grunt woke my senses and I cranked the knob on the door, rolling down the window.
- Then the shadow of a head popped up in the backseat. It grunted. Fear jammed my nerves so that no communication was possible. The figure leaned forward and I could see it had one e
- nema bottle in it's left hand. This was going to be a better drive than I thought! I suggested to the shadow that we get something at the Taco Bell drive through before picking up
- a case of Natty Boh at the 7-11. The cool thing was I didn't even pay for the beer and cigs 'cause the shadow snagged 'em while I distracted the clerk.
- My buddy the Shadow had fallen on hard times, from being a force that clouds the minds of criminals to become a petty shoplifter. I handed a cool one off the 6-pack. "Shadow,
- we need to talk. You're off your game. You've reduced yourself to stealing 20 ounce sodas and 50 cent packs of gum. What gives?" He looked at me as the frosty can met his cracked
- lips. He was obviously not impressed by the spoils of tonights raid. Maybe a life of crime wasn't for me. Perhaps it was time to get back in to ballet, I was told that my version
- sucked horribly, but would improve with time and practice. Why, my old instructor had said, in a few years, you just may be mediocre. I shook my head, deciding to remain a crook.
- Fine, he said to me then. He launched into a spinning bird kick, awkwardly exposing his lower torso, and irrevocably burning the image into my mind's eye forever as I blacked out.
- for eternity...
- Started
- 2011-02-02 02:33:12
- Finished
- 2011-05-22 04:33:46
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