Today, I had a doctor's appointment at the opthamologist. I took a cab because it was in a shady area of town. (Doesn't that sound hilarious?) And either the girl was speeding or the cab ran a stop sign, depending on who you ask, but the two cars collided in the harmony of metal on metal and I rode to my doctor's appointment in the back of a squad car.
Then I saw someone who looked exactly like John Constantine on the subway. I kept trying to get a glance at the book he was reading, and the title was "Search for the Real and Other Essays." Hmm.
Curi.
Then I saw someone who looked exactly like John Constantine on the subway. I kept trying to get a glance at the book he was reading, and the title was "Search for the Real and Other Essays." Hmm.
Curi.
turin:
I'd be happy to be friends with you, I'm sure, but I don't know you. you've never written in my journal. 