Too much stationary brooding. I need to walk the streets. Feel the fresh night air in my lungs.
Sure it can be dangerous at this hour. Ain't called Midnight for nothing. But I know how to handle myself.
I have been hit by a car.
Nothing like cutting a fresh track through the murky alleyways of the city.
A fresh track sure was cut.
I wish I could rechit replies.
I'll make a fresh post just for you, Ms. Crocker.