PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Last night, I met up with a couple of guys who were in town for the day, playing a show at one of the local bars. Used to be a stand-in in their band when one of the guys couldn't make it, broke law school student earning some extra cash beyond rent.

You know how strange it is to sit and talk with people who are completely oblivious to the supernatural existing? I don't mean the stupid kind in this city either, the ones that blatently ignore the apocalypses, shifting dimensions, and big bads. I mean the ones that don't really know otherwise, thinking that evil lawfirms are the punchline to a joke, demons are psycho exes, and the war between Good and Evil is fending off a hangover the next morning.

Nice little break but I think I'd rather know what goes on when the sun goes down.

So that was interesting. Never thought I'd see myself being a sentimental fool. At least he's rid of now. And guess what, Earthlings, I'm back. Not that you'd know much about me of course...

Looks like I'm alone in the Weir now. Better start making this place smaller, don't need all this room.