Random

[magik3x3]

I sit in a room, filled with people I've come to know and I stare at the ceiling. "Why am I here?" That's what I ask myself. Not in the sense of why do I exist or what's my purpose for living, but rather, why am I here with these people when I would rather be somewhere else. Then it hits me! I don't have a car! That's why I'm here! I'm trapped because I gave my car away!

~Reginald calculates his next move~