He describes writing as being less like riding a bike, and more like working out at the gym: Use it or lose it.
How did he even know where I lived? Everything about this creeped me out.
I never thought someone from Tumblr would be able to find me in the real world. I never thought I’d be woken up by an intruder inside of my double bolted apartment.
“It’s okay, mom. I know she died.”
“Come on, man. It’s just a game. So what’s the deal?”
I know they won’t believe me. Nobody believes me.
Where can I find a woman, where can I find a woman like that?
I had no idea what kind of shit storm the next month would bring, all because I accepted that one, beautiful little trinket on a chain.