January 22, 2012 - 1:11
Usually nobody else can see me do this, I will get too embarrassed and deflate, but last night Elijah did and he didn't even make a big deal out of it, like he had seen me do it a thousand times.
We were orphans of wealthy spice traders who were murdered, the era is unclear. We lived in a mansion along with several other parent less children. There was a dance floor that a revolving cast of traditional Greek dancers would inhabit (there was also a sick wet bar). We had buckets full of guns and a powder blue station wagon.
and we sought, and once succeeded, to avenge the deaths of the collective parentage.