From a post drug induced haze he pulls forth, fingers searching. The familiar kack-ta-kack draws his heavy eyes downward toward the buttons sprawled with letters in a jumbled mess. His eyes raise up again to the soft glow of the screen that illuminates the confused night. Mindlessly printed words form through the light, filling his reality with new detail soon to be forgotten in state not natural.
The perp in question also goes by Gibs McKormik or Ellio7t.
Will I ever finish any of the projects I have stared? Or will I continue to waste time making small trinkets of minor amusement?
