95.5 - when autumn leaves start to fall

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[for once, there's no broadcast. this Monday evening finds Mark stretched out in a pile of leaves, with a few pillows he's wished up to give it some more substance and squish. his boombox is nearby, but he's not blasting it, per se - anyone who comes within six feet or so will be able to hear what he's listening to.

he's got a book in his hands, and his journal propped open in the leaves nearby, a flashlight tucked in the pocket of his shirt to read by, now that the sun's gone down, and a blanket over his shoulders]

.... Okay, so ... how've I gone from ten minutes to a building blowing up, to ... group therapy? Jesus, this book is whacked. ... [he snickers to himself and keeps on reading]

I love it already. ... [and then he tosses a remark toward the journal]

How's everyone else killin' time during good ole Leafstock?

Comments

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

A poke... [Give her a minute, she's scrutinising it] ...Okay, that would make a lot more sense than a mutated bat.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure there are a couple people here from the same world as them, f'you need to know how to take care of it ...

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

I'll have to ask them about it. I'm not even sure what it eats, I've just been letting it out at night.

It always comes back.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

... I can't decide if that's reassuring, or freaky as hell.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Neither can I.