By
Tepid Coffee
I'm going to tell you a story. It is not a happy kind of story, or a victor-ian romance. It is not even worthy of sadness, in fact, I would call it pathetic. I'm going to tell it to you because I want to. You see, I enjoy other people's misery, and would like to use all my power to inflict as much misery upon you as possible. Kind of sadistic, eh? Hope you can endure it.
Our story begins in a roadside restaurant. One of those restaurants that serve travelers. I won't tell you too many details about the restaurant because it is utterly boring. Only, know that in this restaurant, time has no meaning.
Travelers come to this mecca of middle of the road stuff (you know, run of the mill, the epitome of normal,and drab). They come to leave their soles on a platter of convenience.
TO BE CONTINUED...