Nadine in the morning
Inside the car, are those dome lights?
Wait. No. The dome lights don't work.
Those must the glowing eyeballs of Mr. Death, who IS SITTING IN THE BACK SEAT ON THIS BLACK ICE MORNING!!!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!
As it turned out Mr. Death merely wanted a ride to Oly and we talked movies. We both like Westerns. I hate it when he just shows up like this, but apparently he doesn't have a phone. Sometimes I wish I had the nerve to suggest he could use a breath mint. It's not like he's my friend or anything, but would you refuse him a lift?
