Dec 18, 2013
{ a squinted gaze; brown narrowed eyes focused on that same black car he saw just the other day following him down the main road in town and maybe.. yeah; maybe he's just paranoid - going crazy but it's suspicious and if anyone else could see it too; they'd agree. but no one can see it, or no one wants to. so he's left to deal with his freak out moments alone. which is why his hand is scratching at his shin near the edge of his boot where a knife is stashed. and he can't help but feel it's weight heavily; here on the bench - his other hand supporting a coke. and then someones plopping on the bench behind him. } ❝Uh.. Mornin'..❞
