I smelled Jeff today.
Smelled the son of a bitch.
I was walking down Bedford past the Bagel Store, and I smelled him. It was a couple of days old and I followed it out to Berry street and lost it by the elementary school. Oh, Alyssa let me out of the cage. I convinced her to let me out, and said that I'd be back, and honestly, I will. I mean, I don't have a cage, and I don't want to eat people, I may as well use that one when I change.
You know, unless I have to get into a werewolf fight with Jeff.
That would suck, as I'm really more of a lover than a fighter. Actually, come to think of it, I'm really neither a lover or a fighter. I'm a video store clerk.
That's a rare third category.
Who knows how I'll feel when I'm all wolfed out though.
Someone mentioned that he may have remembered that he ate Williamson's body, and that's what made him bolt, but according to Alyssa, he had already killed and eaten like, four people before they caught up to him, so who knows if he even cares. Maybe he's got a taste for it.
I wonder if I do.
That'd be fucked up.
By the way, if people want to send me email, they can send it to email@example.com. Someday, I'll figure out how to put that up in a banner. I'll be honest with you- I've murdered a guy, endangered my family, and have a disease that causes me to change into a bloodthirsty beast.
Learning HTML really isn't on the top of my priorites list right now.
Oh, and to the wiseacres that like to leave comments shitting all over how if this is fiction than it sucks, but if it's not, than I'm lame- lemme clear this up:
I AM A MOTHERFUCKING WEREWOLF OVER HERE.
IF I AM NOT PLEASING YOU, ENTERTAINING YOU, OR MAKING YOU CHUCKLE, TOO FUCKING BAD!
You assholes never heard of Fark.com?
Go elsewhere if you want to be entertained.
I'm working at the video store tomorrow.
Stop by if you're around.