( There's something that you won't show )

( Xanax would've been nice )

He walks inside, still reeking of smoke and the damp, musty smell that seems to permeate the Pacific Northwest. Drops of water cling to his hair, making it fall limp where it once stood upright. In one hand he holds a half-empty bottle of not-from-a-spring water while his other totes a borrowed copy of his book. He proceeds toward a stool in ( Read more... )