Updating for Scoot.

I found something I just started typing over the summer. This is all I have of it; it didn't really go anywhere. Perhaps I'll use it for future inspiration? Or someone else could use it? It's not so much a story, just words you know?

         Dodger had black hair the color of crows. His eyes were those of ravens and his disposition was a cloudy day. At night he blended in and during the day he was a shadow. He was the quiet before a storm, but no one got close enough to find out the truth. The truth is that his hair is softer than the feathers of crows. It you would look into his raven eyes they would convince you that all ravens had compassion and heart. Inside of him was the sunshine and his quietness was soothing. His touch was rose petals and his tears were morning dew. His smile was pearls and his voice was the cooing of morning doves.

In other news, my cell # is 554.2381. I'm not getting into college fo'sho, but the guy I always talk to at the pizza place by work gave me the best college advice yet:
    "Fuck highschool! I partied throughout the whole time and I got into college. I didn't even show up half the time, I was hungover most of the time anway. I was a dumbhead and I'm in college. Now I've got like 3.5 GPA. The PSATs are bullshit and I took the SATs with a hangover. Don't worry about it. If I could get into college, you can."

          <3 love him.