He had a staring problem.
Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by The Platters.
When I got home with burning eyes and broken vision, wasn’t sure exactly why I got LASIK. Woke up fourteen hours later and out of habbit put my glasses on… Blurry as a soaked newspaper! All I could do was smile. Think even the birds were jealous right then.
Lovers’ Waltz by A.A. Bondy.
*Enough.
Someone is regularly salting snails on the sidewalk, near my front door. Got my bottom dollar on the elementary school kids who learn directly across from my home.
Something I read.
