Literature
Lycanthrope
(this is when I lived in Stony. I am still only 21, my hair is short, my teeth are straight, and my acne, CP, shunt, tube, and scars are all still long-gone. Marc and his friends are all still long-gone, so there is still eternal world peace!!)
'The spirit wanders, comes here and there, occupying whatever frame it pleases. From beast to man it passes, and from man to beast, yet it will never perish.'
- Joseph Campbell
One warm fall night, October 31, while all alone at home, I was sitting on the front step. I wore my black jeans and runners, and my plain dark blue t-shirt. By now, everyone was done going out, and the streets were silent an