Me: What’s with the police? I passed six cop cars on the way to your house.
Mason: There was a murder at the convenience store. *points* We all heard it. They still haven’t caught the guy. Let’s talk about books!
Let’s talk about books, indeed. I finished reading his, and it was incredible. There were times where I didn’t want to put it down but had to, and when I reached the end, I still wanted to read more. When it comes out (no date as of yet), it’s one to pick up. Mason Ian, folks.
So after the police looked through every car window with a flashlight, (I had a Shiney mix in the front seat and a sewing machine in the back) I drove home. There were more police cars and an ambulance at one of the high schools, and a robot checking out a bomb with a “strong chemical odor” at Burlington coat factory. I grew up in a very small town, and if anybody was waving a gun or making bombs, everybody knew about it. Especially since most of the pipe bombs tended to go off, destroying faces and hands. Yep, I still remember that, you guys. That’s your claim to fame.
I wrote some stuff! And sent some stuff out! And went running and nearly died because it’s so. Freaking. Hot. I’m reminiscing about cooler days…see photo. A fractured Illiterati at an undisclosed location earlier this month. I’m going back there this weekend, hooray! More scary dolls and big mouthed bass, yes!