a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
Stupid Google Maps… It’s not even working anymore.
With a frustrated sigh, she pulled her Harley over in a small diner parking lot, fiddling with her phone for a moment before shoving it into her pocket, defeated. Was it really that hard to find the nearest place to the vampire hideout? Apparently.
The young hunter strolled into the diner, hoping to catch a break- even just for a little while.
it’d really do small diners everywhere some good to start including some lighter fare. well, sam supposes that most people don’t come to diners looking for salads or grilled salmon, so then again, maybe not. still, the types of places he’s forced to frequent don’t look like they've even heard the word antioxidant.
he stabs at a piece of limp brown lettuce a little more viciously than he probably should, gaze lifting from his sorry excuse of a meal to land on a young girl just coming through the door. well. hopefully she’ll have better luck than he did with the menu.