In which sometimes trouble follows you, and sometimes you follow trouble.
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It felt like summer today. Have I mentioned that I hate warm weather? The heat, and the glare and the bright sun making the whole world into a blinding sheet of glistening concrete make me irritable. Walking around in public half-naked and drenched in sweat because it's the only way to avoid overheating is not my idea of a good time. I like to be ( Read more... )

It's just another day in Vic City. It's a cold day, it's a lonely day. It's my kind of day. The gravely moans of Tom Waits waft through the air from the speakers. Stark instrumentals and percussion arrangements are symbolically mirrored by the naked branches standing out against the plain white sky of a dreary December afternoon. It gives me time ( Read more... )

It's a cold night. Layers of fabric bundle in vain against the icy needles of air that inevitably seep through, stabbing the skin with frosty teeth. My throat grows tight at the shock of it as I inhale, and a briefly lived puff of condensation escapes into the night as I exhale. The air feels empty, hollow, lonely. In this town, global "warming" ( Read more... )

The city still bounced and vibrated and spoke with a thousand voices of a thousand machines all night long.

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It's funny sometimes how you can never tell how scary a horror movie is until after it gets dark.

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It's just a Thursday night. There is a layer of clouds in the sky, too low to be proper clouds, too high to be a mist. As I ride my bike through the deserted streets, the cloud-mist parts, like ghostly pale curtains at a theatre, to reveal the almost-full moon. I'm told it's almost full. At this point it all looks the same to me. It illuminates the ( Read more... )

In which my introductions start to sound like chapters of Winnie-The-Pooh.

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Undead, heroin junkies, they all look the same to me, and they both hurt like hell when they bite ( Read more... )

Weather can be unpredictably variant in the spring. The daily commute to and from work can no longer be adequately prepared for.
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