The mysteries of the past. After decades of contemplation, I’m tired. Tired of hearing about it from all the scholars; tired of reading and studying about it; tired of listening to the television spit out scientific theories, which may or may not be true. 234 more words
MK woke up early on Saturday morning; he had slept early Friday night.
He was up before my alarm went off. Figured that I might as well get that morning run out of the way, not like I look forward to it. 421 more words