Kink Factor Zero
Watching the weather is a habit of the forlorn. I stood and watched another grey anvil slide across the horizon, and that familiar portent of apocalypse welled up in me. Not that I mind crying in public, or flamboyance of any sort… In fact, I am an addict. It may be that my penchant for weather watching is itself a byproduct of my addiction. I find myself skulking like a criminal on the trolley cars, in the middle of the night…more