Dear Diary - Of Wolves and Booze
Written in a wobbly, inconsistent hand that rises and falls erratically.
I am thoroughly drunk!
The wolves drove me to it, of course. The shouting, growling, fighting wolves.
One of em changed several times before my eyes, though the look of him never once shifted. From man to monster to one desperate to make a difference, it seemed. Hard to tell ( Read more... )
I am thoroughly drunk!
The wolves drove me to it, of course. The shouting, growling, fighting wolves.
One of em changed several times before my eyes, though the look of him never once shifted. From man to monster to one desperate to make a difference, it seemed. Hard to tell ( Read more... )
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They're all we have to go on.
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