here is my story, by lorien, age 32. i had to go to the bank and so i decided to walk, but it was dark and there were tuesday night drunks, so i hopped on the bus. the bus driver was talking with this other dude about how it feels to stab someone to death. then i got home and forgot i'd left the teevee on, so when i went to unlock the door, i heard voices. aaaugh. but then i remembered. it's better now. the end.