Times of Solitude

Well, I'm trashed. My shirt smells like Marlboro Smooths and my breath stinks of Old Crow. I don't purchase either of those, ever. You do the math,

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Originally Posted by Denicalis

And like most people, I split my social and my private time. Frank might be large on the constant need to be around people, or at least play at it, but I can't swing that. I'm more social than most, but some nights I just want to be left the hell alone to my books, or my writing. Something to reconnect with who you are when you're not in public. I'd think most people who weren't utter social recluses are like this.

Eh, it's just the way things work out. Also, I'm pretty sure I was trashed when I made that post, and I'm sure that had some impact on the content. To be completely honest, I wouldn't mind having some more time to myself, but I think I get enough.

There's nowhere I can't reach.