( What’s that sound/Comin’ from the dresser on a night as black as pitch?/There won’t be sleep for the weary tonight/’Cause all those bones are mine )

[Millitimed to a few days ago]

Matt opens the door all sneakyninjalike. If Anything, His room resembles a comfort inn non-smoking single.

He closes the door, "S-so. Music?"

Must. Find. Musicplayer

He could've slept through the trip to City Hall ( Read more... )

Bright sunlight and perfect weather. Pale shifts of light filter through green trees as blocks away beautiful people are mingling with other beautiful people in assorted beautiful places. Los Angeles. The Perfect Place for a Perfect life for everybody but ( Read more... )