This is a story of how I changed. Ive been

This is a story of how I changed. Ive been living since 180 years. I feed on animals and have fangs. I never have regretted how I feel and here is how it all happened

I am a Chupacabra. Feel my Chupacabraness.

Can you handle my Chupacabraness, my natural heat?

My humidity? Can you handle my El Nino with your La Nina? I need a high pressure front in the worst way ." She backed away like I was radioactive; teeth chattering counting geigers

counters, registering my high energy personality. "What do you have against meteorologists?", I asked. "We are people, too." I would not find love tonight, not unless

my lower regions projected partly damp conditions and thunder and lightning were expected at higher elevations, so show me love. This speed-dating for weather chicks was wearing me

down. My date had a cold front with frigid conditions the following morning. My predictions for future climatic fluctuations accumulated into a slight drizzle and partly cloudy.

Of course, the storm in my heart couldn't be abated. She was in an abusive relationship with her landlady, I was codependent and lonely. My university degree didn't mean shit.

I put that cold rectangle aside and stared at the wall, that fountain of raw potential. It was like the big bang or alien slang. The credit is all for you. I wipe my tears...