My friend almost convinced me that I was crazy ———————————————— I was hallucinating? ———————————————— when I kept seeing a bat while we were working. Next she'll tell me ———————————————— the voices aren't real ———————————————— Read between the lines.
Seriously, where have all the good girls gone? No, I don't mean prissy and christian, I mean fun, loving, always there, caring, sensitive, honest, loyal... Probably doesn't help that all of those girls are straight and taken. And not interested in someone like me.
Somehow they’d gotten the impression that I was rabid. Possibly because I’d stripped to the waist and written the letters ‘R-A-B-I-D’ on my bare chest in custard.
When you’re out among random people, strangers stare at you sideways, Maybe they back away when they see you coming and, Even though it’s impossible, You know that, Somehow they know what filthy thing you did. They know.