Bright Lights, Big Trouble
I woke to lights. It was three in the morning, and all of the lights in the house were on.
As I moved to get up, a voice outside my window shouted, "I turned them on so you could see the viscera when Kevin opens you. It's a sight you really shouldn't miss."
And then someone was in the bedroom doorway. I think it was Kevin.
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January 30, 2006
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hey wow, is that a frank miller/sin city reference?
Posted by: sxtxixtxcxh | January 30, 2006 at 04:33 PM
Woah. I guess it was. I didn't realize how well the name "Kevin" fit. I guess Mr. Miller has infected my subconscious, as even now something is telling me to stop with the leg, and I'm not listening.
Posted by: Dean | January 30, 2006 at 09:02 PM