"She's looking at me." My brother noted, and indeed Drunk Donna was fixed in our direction. She's sat there every day, on the same bench...

I went to sleep with a headache. A numb, dull ache that was irritating enough to keep me awake all night. I went to work the next day...

I'm trying to write some things a little off what I usually write (Death, blood, fantasy, sadness etc.) Today I thought lets try some...