An ode to my 03 Impala.

I have to confess, at first I didn't like you.

Call it irrational, call it longing for my truck (sold without my consent), but whatever it was, you started out in the negative. I suppose that changed.

Over the four years you were part of my life, you saw a lot more of me - a real me - than most other people. From the boring daily commute - to work, to school - to the cross-country adventures, you proved a faithful companion.

Patsy, I miss you.

Ginger Snaps

He gagged as the sickly stench of burning hair washed over him.

"Why - why are you doing this?" he managed. He knew she heard him, but he didn't expect a reply - she was too far gone to recognize him as human.