Quiet at the Northern Lights. So, I closed up early (I'll reopen if anyone wants) and I'm up on the roof. The stars are their usual crazy. It's damned pretty out.

Tch. This place really is a wreck, you know? Discedo. We're living in someone else's trash..

But I still love it here. It's home. I don't mind some of you people either, and no matter ( Read more... )