“Three. Two. One. Blast Off!” Christian yells.
I woke up with a sound surrounding. me that I like to refer to the sounds of the 2 D’s. Death, and Dying. This is the only way I would…
The law hopes that the first time you go to a bar you’ll be at least 21.
Every summer the sun will shine
It’s Labor Day and it humid. A supposedly crappy day for a picnic. But we always make the most of it. Once again, it’s his car…