Everything you can’t help because it’s part of your nature is no way to go through life, but that’s the way most people feel obliged.

Cam, for instance, hated the water. »I never learned how to swim«, he explained, illustrating with the windmill sweep of his arms the manner by which he would probably drown.

»Big deal«, Jil said. Twelve years old and cloaked ambiguously in a tutu, she steered Cam back upstairs. »I’ve seen ’em Continue reading Plain H2O; A Punk Stain For People With A Maid by Craig Eldon Reishus →