It isn't where he intends to be, where he wants to be ( Read more... )

She backs into the joint with an arm full of books and not a clue where she's going. Presumably, the street outside the college bookstore. No, no--because there aren't any tables and chairs on the sidewalk, yet she's managed to tumble backwards into a table, books and all. She manages to stop herself from asking the universe "what the fuck?" at ( Read more... )