At the Poseidon Diner, there is not a unicorn on the front of the menu.

[better_at_3am]

For the last mile of the bike trail, I race a stranger at twelve-thirty in the morning. In the end I am ahead, across the river from the lights of the highway, and the underpass below the bakery where it always smells like donuts. We are alone here except for the lovers in the shadows and the homeless man sorting garbage next to the train tracks.

Comments

[xreekinghavocx]

awww general

[savestheworld]

dan and i noticed general being needy and expected him to wake us up, but i guess he picked you!
(thanks general :P)