SHE

She was a bookworm and conspiracy theorist. She wasn't the cool one, but she was the best one.

One of the last times I talked to her, she was heading to some book-signing. I screen-capped her while we were chatting so I could tease her with it later.

There was no later.

Bright spot.

Meeting up with some old friends tonight in Foxboro. Should be a passably good time, but the drive home sounds like it might be a little treacherous.

The Waiting Room

Was a weird fuckin' place to come around.

Bullets look like lipstick.

Maybe I should kiss one.

thois blood. my blood.

id like to say it's on your hands but sinse you only spectate I guess I can't do that  can I ?

still I'm pretty sure its time to check out the other side. see what all the fuss is abotu.

once this bottle's empty I'll furge out a way to punch the cards.

Wmo't be long ron/

Used to be an icon.

Then she happened.

Absolutely no human I know worked harder, or longer than her. And she was beautiful, even at her grubbiest moment.

Maybe I can find her again at the bluffs tonight. What's stopping me?

Photo time.

I guess it's time to face this shit. Without being shit faced. HA! Het it?

Time to climb these mountains and see what's on the other side.

I wonder who this girl is?