- Jun 19, 2003
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I leaned against the storefront. The night was cold, but not bitterly so. The steel gray sky contrasted with the yellow glare of the lights illuminating the parking lot behind me. One of the lights flickered like an old mans palpitating heart. The neon lights of several taverns illuminated the street in front of me. Not many cars were out making the place seem surreal. Everyone was home in their warm beds, avoiding the snow, which fell in huge flakes. The loneliness in the air combined with the tension I felt in my gut, making me feel like I was going to vomit. I fished a cigarette out of my pack and lit it, waiting. Something told me that it was about to happen...