So, all that ranting I did about this town being strange and having this monster sense of foreboding? I was right. Now, ask me if that makes me feel any better.
Some really strange shit happened today. Mom got on one of her kicks and made me go to the college to register for classes. After a torturous round of ‘How Stupid is Res?’ with the resident bitch advisor, I headed back to the parking lot. Something happened on the way. Maybe it was just a gas leak somewhere on that old ass campus giving me hallucinations. That’s what I’d like to think. The thing is, though, this guy, Quinn, popped up out of nowhere and acted like he not only saw it, but knew what it was all about. He said his uncle, some mortician guy whose been a lifelong resident of this town, told him all about some sort of power in Tyne that screws with people. Can you believe that? Chalking it up to too much inbreeding down his family line, I told the guy to leave me the hell alone.
I can’t figure out what exactly happened, even with some distance from the situation. My head gives me the rational explanation I want to hear. The rest of me says the exact opposite. Shit, I don’t know. All I do know is that I want to get the hell out of here as soon as fucking possible.
Somehow, I don’t think it’s going to be that easy.
November 4th, 2010 at 5:34 pm
Res, here:Janna — Voice? What voice? You can't hear me. Avery, man, your friends are weird.Walking Man — I dig that saying.Charles — Yeah, exactly! Finally, someone who agrees. Wanna come over and get me out of this shit?Lana — Like I told #1 up there, I can't tell you everything because someone might want to write a book about it. Like maybe Avery. All she does is sit on her ass all day, anyway.
November 3rd, 2010 at 4:56 am
November 2nd, 2010 at 7:29 pm
This does not sound good.
November 2nd, 2010 at 9:42 am
Res, sometimes cement only looks like shit. You may not know the difference until it hardens up.
November 2nd, 2010 at 12:53 am
I love Res' voice. That's all.
November 2nd, 2010 at 12:24 am
Res, here:Yeah, well, I don't wanna give it all away at once, do I? Someone might want to write a book about me, or something.
November 2nd, 2010 at 12:05 am
I feel that we're missing a noun. Or an event. Because strange may have happened, but it got left ahint the door.