I shift the bag over my shoulder and sigh, wondering if she'd even waited around. I know she said she would... but I haven't talked to her in so long. I don't want to be wrong again. Taking a deep breath, I flash before her house and hesitate before knocking. I fix my hair a few times before giving up on it and just hoping things haven't changed much.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can’t fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. — William S. Burroughs