Evvanpeafowl

        Walking home from school is like re-reading a book.  Every time you experience it again, you see how little has changed, and you get an opportunity to see something that you have never seen before.  For example, there was a book I reread a dozen times called The Aquarian.  I thought I had the entire book memorized by the third or fourth read, but then I noticed something.  During one scene, the author specifically mentioned how the villains hand twitches.  Not a long mention, and not a recurring mention, but a mention.  At first, I ignored it, but it kept gnawing at me as I finished the book for the sixth time.  What was the significa

 "SHIT," David said, after the slamming the door of his room.  Wes shot up from beneath a mess of blankets and pillows. "WHAT HAPPENED?" Wes said.  David jumped back. "Shit.  I'm sorry, man." David said, "I didn't see you there." "What happened?" Wes repeated. "Nothing," David said evasively. "Liar.  You said "shit".  Twice.  Something's wrong." "I don't want to talk about it." "Yes you do, you just don't know it yet," Wes said, "Don't make me Krav Maga it out of you." "You wouldn't do that," David said, fatigued.  He was holding onto his cell phone in a dea

       I don't like driving.  I don't like driving nervous.  I don't like driving with other people.  I don't like driving to places I've never been to before, like Nathan's aunt's house, which sits at the end of a Cul-de-sac, which I don't like driving down, because it makes me feel like there is no way out.  I don't like driving with Nathan either, but not because I don't like him.  I do like him.  In fact, I love him.  Not that he knows, which makes it all the more weird and makes me feel all the more nervous, which I don't enjoy feeling when I am driving. I don't think I could ever have been in the Military or the CIA.  I don't do well w