Vegas was fun, but of course my first night back I have more dreams.
Looks like my dad is even more of an ass than he is here. I didn’t think that was possible. So why was it so sad to watch him die?
On another note. Does anyone have advice for what to do when a drawing from an evil original vampire from the dreams shows up in your room? I really have no clue what to do with this thing, hang it up, throw it out, put it in a drawer somewhere? Nothing really seems right.