Set fire to the kitchen wall.

With my hand.

Get the feeling I breathed in more than dust when the explosion went off.

Shit, burning wallpaper. Smells like they used some kind of sealant. Stinks of burning plastic.

This is getting really fucked up.

End of town, second street on the right. Left at the hole in the wall, past the broken street light, fourth house down from the corner. Can't miss it ( Read more... )

Five inch smile and a pair of baby blues.

Bang bang.