Not so deep down, I think he hated it. I think he hated me more. Mom, however, loved it. When she had dad saw off my foot with a blue kitchen knife, the serrated edges that look like waves, Mom wanted to get my name tattooed on my foot.
Month: March 2015
He could tell you how many cracks the sidewalk on East Elm had, and how many steps until he reached an older brown building that made Gregor think of funny looking carpets and business men in strange suits.
however, it is most certainly a reminder to all readers that by embracing the quirks that make you who you are, you will thrive. You will do much better in life knowing who you are while discovering who you are growing to be.
Gregor McGillicutty was walking home from work one day when his top hat flew away. There was nothing exceptional about his cocoa brown felt top hat, other than it was the only one that fit on his head. Not being the type to run, Gregor hustled as best he could to save his hat from a nearby looming puddle.