Due to a series of unfortunate circumstances — for reasons I do not care to discuss at this time — I ended up at a juvenile mental health facility in San Marcos, TX on April 16, 1996.
When the beer bottles take up more space on the desk than the keyboard and the mouse, it may be too late to write anything with a clear head.
The wind roared and brought with it a wall of snow that sent me into shivers.
Fairview Cemetery was our destination. It was an old Civil War cemetery that was still in use by the city. In fact, Bowling Green had been the Confederate state capitol during the short time that Kentucky had seceded from the Union.
Several years ago there was a site named Hell.com and it had a flashy front end that was intentionally creepy. On a particularly slow afternoon in 2005, I got bored and decided to poke around the site to see if I could find anything interesting.
It was nice to have made a friend, much less a female friend who was appealing as her.