I’m lying in bed, looking at the window, gazing at the city, wondering what you’re doing at this moment.
It’s late, almost midnight, and the city has crawled to a halt. 389 more words
(Jude writes a letter to the editor of the local college newspaper. He’s pissed at all their wannabe hipsters)
Although I’m not a student, I felt compelled to write because I’m always running into your students at Randall’s Cafe. 130 more words