PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I think it’s impossible to go outside here and not have something try to eat you. I was keeping track of how many times I’ve nearly had my blood sucked out, but I lost count about seven hours ago. I really don't know why people would want to live in this city.

Don't tell this woman I'm here. Please.

What are the vampires around here like? Are there different kinds?

Talk about the perfect getaway...

This day is currently competing for the title of the greatest day of my life. I get the shit beat of me for trying to help someone, close my eyes for a second and wake up in an alley with some senior citizen asking me why I’m dying in his spot. I somehow can’t make myself believe in God anymore after this, not that he’d like me if he existed anyway.

So, let’s get right down to the question of the day: Is there an explanation for me being here, or is this one of those no explanation occurrences? Or maybe I just got my head smashed into the floor so hard that I lost consciousness and am now dreaming, which would make more sense than anything else I can think of right now.