Night Castle A Complete Bastard
January 30, 2008 Posted by Al Castle
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Categories: Castle, Religion, Science, gnash-teeth
I’ve been trapped in my home for the last few days due to snow and the inability to get dressed. My reserves of smokes was depleted late last evening. Night Castle knew Morning Castle would want a cig, but he giggled and said, ‘not my problem’, as he lit up the last cigarette, around midnight. Those two have never gotten along.
In theory I could bundle up and try walking to the nearest gas station. Had Morning Castle been thinking properly, he would have just ordered some online or something last week. I can feel the craving inside, like a wild cat in a small cage, frantically pacing to get out. My jaws new natural state is to be painfully clenched.
Ironically I find all my lost lighters this morning too.
In any case I’m going into survival mode, which pretty much entails whinnying loudly like a lonely puppy.
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