He took comfort in the neon signs, the wild strands of jazz creeping out of clubs whenever happy swells of people pushed through the doors in their finery.
Think: who has vans, huh? Soccer moms and serial killers.
But we can't go back. We can only go forward.
They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.
Im a techno moron. I need help just to plug in my video camera.
The best day of my life happened when I was five and almost died at Disney World. I'm sixteen now, so you can imagine that's left me with quite a few days of major suckage.