A-hab
16 min readDec 10, 2017
The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run. — Moby Dick (chapter 37)
Damn, she was hot, which was why I was at the mall, dressed like a mall person, thin shirt, clean black jeans, no boots.
Damn went to shit when I heard the irritating bark of the two two three. Never liked that caliber.