Something about writing, being as it is NaNoWriMo And something about politics, since all the counting seems to be coming to a close.
CRAZY DEADLY COOL, continued... “Let’s go.” He said to the girl without looking at her. He glared at me, giving me those cold, dumb eyes. Letting me know he was a mean dude, that he was choosing this, and that me and my gun had nothing to do with this. Letting me know that if he got the chance, he’d show me who was boss. He backed up half a dozen steps out of the parking lamps before turning and walking away. I don’t think I ever look that cool when I run away. “You got yourself a real winner there, Caitlyn. Maybe you ought to reevaluate before you get yourself into real trouble. A pretty girl like you can do better than that.” I had a bad feeling they were going to get themselves into trouble tonight, maybe every night from now on. “You need a lift home?” The girl stood there watching me for a moment, her eyes cool but not without interest. She did a three-point look. A glance at the car. A quick check to see if Shawn was waiting, he wasn’t. Then back to me. Weighing the situation or