It was 2:30am when the footsteps woke me up.
The footsteps were an unusually harsh, jarring sound—sort of like wood being ripped apart. They echoed throughout my room, filling every crevice, ever corner. Everything in my room shook with each horrible step.
CRACK CRACK… CRACK CRACK…
"I was bored and I liked his name—it was simple, it was exhilarating."
That's a quote of a quote used in a paper on online romances.
One of the worst feelings in the world is regret. A blend of guilt and self-disgust with heaps of with sorrow and remorse, its putrid taste lingers on your tongue long after you've forced yourself to swallow.
"You shouldn't worry about the past," a friend said to me. "You can't change it; it's happened already. Think about the future."
I've got a case of them blahs
You know the kind
Hard to do just a "Ha!"
With this blah, blah mind
Pirouetting pals, cudgeled cabbies, all this week on Eyewitness Disaster!
57th street, right outside the CBS building on the West Side of Manhattan, New York, is the scene of two ghastly disasters.
One is an example of carelessness. The other, of road rage.
Both tragic. Both preventable.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA