BombermanFan's blog

This place was a dump. The Apartment was painted all white yet had become a dingy brown. The refrigerator was wide open occasionally creaking as the door opened and closed which was dependant on the wind. Every cabinet drawer was open, either hanging half-way off of the hinges or scattered in pieces across the floor.  Read More »

It was a Sunday morning. The sun was shining and there was a breeze in the air. The Master Chief and I had decided on meeting at a local Black Angus. While we had planned to meet at nine it was about a quarter to eleven.  Read More »