Just a weird writer.
“Mr. Mosley, I believe you forgot your backpack.” I step over to the young boy hunched over in front of me ready to hand him the backpack. He doesn’t even look m way.
“Are you planning on leaving your bottom half here? ‘Cause all of you ain’t leaving.” Bright lights above swirl endlessly. Before all was well, the party was almost perfect, aside from being packed in a sardine can with a bunch of high and drunk-- just turned twenty-one-- kiddos. Now, suddenly the constant headache-inducing flashes have me feeling nauseated.
The phrase, "The brain is an amazing thing.", is said too many times, so I will say it again with a twist, the brain is an amazingly weird thing when you are me. It will look for anything to do for any small bit of action or entertainment. Humans are social animals for a reason and the Pandemic is a great display of that fact. People are willing to put their health on the lines to talk to others--especially during the holidays. I do not see the point of that and was happy to stay home and relax from school and work. It was the perfect paradise for me...well in the beginning at least.