Candy Robber

Yesterday I spent most of the day trying to figure out how I could swing a visit to the Romantic Times convention so I can a) gets my copy of "The Crusierweight" signed by the author and b) see her host a panel on Bridging Romance and Rasselling. I ain't got the money so I guess I'm going to hae to ask kind fellow readers to help me to get to Los Angeles. That's how L Anne Carrington is raising the bucks to get from McKeesport, PA to L.A. by begging for it online. You can send the money to mys Paypal account, name DewIFleeceEm. I thanks you kindly.

But when darkness fell I decided to flee to the bushes around the complex insteads of staying inside and facing the little retarded kids they bus in to trick or treat at our complex. It was a bitter night, not jus because it was cold, but it reminded me of all the junk I don't have that I deserve, like kids, a man, a real home..

There I was boohooing my eyes out alone in the bushes becasue I didn't dare go to the party being hosted by slutty skeleton whores in the club room when a kid wandered off and sat down in the bushes next to me. He plopped down and I could tell the little drooler weren't right in the mind, he kept grunting and filling his pants. That wasn't the only thing full, his plastic grocery sack was filled up with candy and he'd dropped it.

Here was my opportunity to make tonight better. I scooped up his bag, scooped most of the candy into the pockets of my muu muu and hightailed it back to my apartment. Careful to keep the lights off I sat in the darkness and delighted myself with the delicously gooey candies. Ahh.