Whitney Drake

This was a blog post that was supposed to have something meaningful in it. Not a rant on the media continuing to give Nadya Suleman just what she wants by covering her life constantly. Not a rant about gender inequality in movies, not even my review of Watchmen.

I was going to talk about the world at large, and my place in it.

While we don’t realize the world is spinning as quickly as it does, it moves awfully quickly. And because of this, I’ve completely lost track of what I’d meant to stay.

So instead, I’ll leave you with this:

Leila walked down the street, frustrated that she’d had to park a block away from the club. While it wasn’t in the worst neighborhood, something made her feel very uncomfortable.

The Stranger was across the street, and for just a moment, it seemed like the light disappeared around him completely. But only for a moment.

She looked ahead, pulling her cap as low as possible.

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