The Night

I was born in a Cross Fire Hurricane

But it’s Alright Now

I Have Never Seen a Wild Thing Feel Sorry For Itself

If you’re not familiar with these lyrics and this quote ~ look em up!

I once had a Science teacher, Mrs. Fowler. That poor woman. I was so disruptive to her class. I asked her every question that was in my head.
She always had the same answer, “Look it up.”

Once again, I’m writing in the dark. I can hear the insects. Crick it. Crick it Crick it. Sometimes with a missed beat. Sometimes with a roll. And out of nowhere a step-child will blllld-
bllld- bllld. They own the night.

I’ll let them have it….