The Lycanthrope
Oh sweet mercy these young, wild girls that brings out such a superficial facade that man denies of himself in the morning after. The hangover disciplines him in the bathroom mirror as he chokes on his toothbrush. Then, the tall tales arise in the dying sobriety of the evening at his bar, seated in his barstool, eyes keen for Little Red Riding Hood. Lucky tonight, she also has had one too many to drink.
I'm done denying I'm a wolf.
Aw-Aw-Awoooooo.
And yet, we're so much more and human.