Please welcome Brian “Crabspirits” Kolar back to the auto-blogo-sphere. He’s working on bringing his famous tale-telling to a whole new venture of his very own — but until that day, we’ve got him here at ACF! You can imagine how happy I am — jb
Matt's bedroom door violently swung open without any sort of foreboding, suddenly violating his personal space. His gaze remained transfixed on the Gateway monitor, though he slowly closed his eyes in response to this unsurprised sense of dread.
Mom took a single step into the cramped bedroom, occupying the threadbare spot where the shag was no more. She stood in this hallowed ground where the floorboard buckled in the worst possible place, slightly elevated, resembling the Statue Of Liberty. This one still dressed in her green nurse smocks and clutching an open purse, per contra, had come to take liberties away rather than dispense them.