you showed us how you weren't afraid to die -- don't cry
There are things one doesn't do in Grant Park.
Well, there are various things one shouldn't do in Grant Park, but one does anyway. For example, drug dealing. Prostitution. Falling through from alternate dimensions.
However, running around butt-naked with a katana is definitely up there on the list. Don't ask Sunshine for a cavity check. You probably don't want to know what's in there. If you do approach her, however, she's likely to act like it's just another day in the park.
Sunshine is having a lovely day. She cleaned out a whole bunch of dumb college kids of their money last night. She can't remember doing it, which makes it that much better. Obviously she got drunk to such wicked levels the universe doesn't want her to remember how glorious the other night was. Or something like that. She doesn't even know.
What she does know is that while it's ridiculously cold, she can so take ice and snow and all that bullshit. Even if she's from California. Fuck yeah. With a giggle and a smile even. Because uh, well, she's got hot blood inside her today and it's wicked awesome. Groovy, even.
Plus also, she's hungry. She should probably go home and eat rather than play with her sword, but the horrible stares of the people watching her are so worth it and she wants them to just keep staring, staring, staring like the freaks they are. Oh, today is awesome.
Well, there are various things one shouldn't do in Grant Park, but one does anyway. For example, drug dealing. Prostitution. Falling through from alternate dimensions.
However, running around butt-naked with a katana is definitely up there on the list. Don't ask Sunshine for a cavity check. You probably don't want to know what's in there. If you do approach her, however, she's likely to act like it's just another day in the park.
Sunshine is having a lovely day. She cleaned out a whole bunch of dumb college kids of their money last night. She can't remember doing it, which makes it that much better. Obviously she got drunk to such wicked levels the universe doesn't want her to remember how glorious the other night was. Or something like that. She doesn't even know.
What she does know is that while it's ridiculously cold, she can so take ice and snow and all that bullshit. Even if she's from California. Fuck yeah. With a giggle and a smile even. Because uh, well, she's got hot blood inside her today and it's wicked awesome. Groovy, even.
Plus also, she's hungry. She should probably go home and eat rather than play with her sword, but the horrible stares of the people watching her are so worth it and she wants them to just keep staring, staring, staring like the freaks they are. Oh, today is awesome.