It Hadn't Even Occured To Me That

And The Rest Is History,' I Said. Nah.' He Shook His Head. 'the Rest Is Now.

Call It Crazy, Or Just Chicken Salad.

I'd Seen Another Shade Of Him, And If It Had Been Light Where We Were Now, He'd Have Seen The Same Of Me. So I Was Grateful, As I Had Been So Often In My Life, For The Dark.

I Hated High School. I Was Not The Greatest Student, Participated In No Activities, And Spent Most Of My Time Hanging Out In My Parking Lot.

Some Things Are Meant To Be Broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.