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So we've started visiting flats (oh joy...)

One of them was awesome in a "I-wish-I-was-a-serial-killer" kind of way: right by the express way near Armitage, the last house past a derelict gas station... and the house itself was very Edward Norton's Fight Club (although way smaller), with a very large backyard (ideal for corpses) but fuck... if I was single, I might have considered it, just to see how much it could have fucked with my head

Maybe I've just missed my chance to be the new HP Lovecraft - instead of "Night Ocean", I could have written "Night Expressway" there, having cheap beers from the crappy station on the porch with my Cthuhlu pal while slowly watching the remnants of my sanity go away