There was a party in Bohemia. There hadn't been one since the Weasley twins' birthday and the little community was overdue for another one. It seemed like any other Tuesday, but as the morning crept toward afternoon, the bustle grew more hectic. People began to arrive. The fire was lit in the center pit. Doors were thrown open and the performance ( Read more... )

Being an outcast is only fun when there's someone around to be an outcast with. It's like you have your own little world where it's just, you know, you and some people who get you. Like, maybe even just one person who gets you. Here- I dunno, man, It's like, I just can't connect. I can't find that one other person who gets it. Gets me. Maybe I'm ( Read more... )

I've been here... Uh, actually, I have no idea how long I've been here. Time is such a bullshit concept anyway, right? I mean, like, you start talking about parallel worlds and string theory or whatever bullshit gets you hot, and hours and minutes don't mean shit. Time is ass, and I don't care enough to try and pin it down.

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It wasn’t like I went to see him ‘cause I missed him or something. It’s kinda hard to miss your old man when you don’t even know who the fuck he is half the time. You never know if the bastard will smile and remember your name, scream and beat the shit out of you, or start talking out his ass about the fuckin’ CIA or whoever’s watching him this ( Read more... )