Heidi Rebstock is a Pug-loving, marshmallow-eating Christian nerd with a dream to write and publish ...
He watched as he imagined a very confused, mundane cab driver pulling away. Well, what did you expect, buddy? You are dropping me off near my shrink’s office.
He watched as he imagined a very confused, mundane cab driver pulling away. Well, what did you expect, buddy? You are dropping me off near my shrink’s office.
Frank said, his skinless face and torn lips slurring his speech.
Well, this explains a lot.
Doc is going to put me on so many meds, I’m going to start calling myself the second Son of Sam.
The guy had one shoe, camouflage pants, and a brown coat, but no eyes. Blood still ran down his cheeks like tears as the empty sockets looked back at him.
... His doctor makes house calls? At the Billy Goat? (Not sure what the Billy Goat is, but it kinda sounds like a bar)
