It's late. Didn't bring a watch. That was kinda stupid. I guess it's about three, four am. The sun's not up yet but the sky's not so black anymore. Rained for a bit. Why do I always get the shitty weather? Shirt's soaked through but it'll dry when I start the bike back up. Middle of nowhere. No signposts. Think I took a left when I should have took ( Read more... )

While she lays waitin’
I ask myself; ‘Why do I hurt her so?’
What calls me on along this lonely road?

While she lays cryin’
Because she knows my heart is ripped in two
I’m torn between the things that I should do
She deserves it all
And I’d give it if I could …

***

( Midnight. )

The din of the party reached Logan even after ten minutes of walking. It felt like it was following him, forcing him to move further to get away from it. The noise had started to hurt his ears and he’d grabbed Charlie in the middle of a dangerously tight swing of the hips to ask him to let Abby know he’d gone for a walk and he’d be back in ten. ( Read more... )

From Abby:

Logan is the #523 most common male name.
0.017% of men in the US are named Logan.
Around 20825 US men are named Logan!
source namestatistics.com

From ... Kurt, I think, maybe everyone:

My name is Mr Popularity, you get all the roots...that dosen't mean with chicks though.
Take WHAT YOUR NAME MEANS today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Name ( Read more... )

I was walking this mornin’ and suddenly it came to me how much I missed feeling that moving under me. Used to be I could walk for miles and never notice the distance. Used to drive Kurt mad, the way I’d just start walking and call three days later askin’ for a lift out of nowhere. It’s weird not havin’ him around so much. The phone-call was … ( Read more... )

( The first, won't be the last ... )

He’s writing again. I brought him paper and a pen when I got here and now I’m thinking it’s a bad idea because he’s been through three notebooks and refuses to show me what he’s writing. There’s enough in there to be his memoirs. Fuck ( Read more... )

Abby was always quiet when she slept. It let Logan think on the nights that sleep evaded him. He’d been spending more and more time at the Garage, in her bed, and it amused him thoroughly to think that no one had really realised yet that he was present for either breakfast or lunch depending on whether Abby was working and whether they could be ( Read more... )

Dying. Now there’s a laugh. How many times have I been next to Death’s door, happily knocking and then left standing on the welcome mat waiting for the next cab back to consciousness ( Read more... )

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