jeffsthill

i've got a story i'd like to tell you, my little s.g. children, it begins like this..........

THE sharp wind gusts lashed out against the three of us making our way down the ice covered cobblestone street.We made our path towards the destination,unsure steps sliding and stumbling towards the goal. The unforgiving frozen rain,cutting our exposed body parts, hastened the journey until we reached the entrance of the "O". Shivering, with numb faces and clenched teeth, the three of us entered an atmosphere rich with the smell of vinegar, fried potatoes and loud conversation. The heat circulating within the entrance soothed my frost bitten body.
I wiped away the crimson streaks from my wind cracked lips.The "O" became our refuge that day, packing us in with the rest of the tattoed,dreadlocked,mohawked freaks and "so called" artists. "Hey, lets go upstairs, its warmer there",announced Mittha.
"Yeah,I agree, we could sit next to the big screen television and there aren't as many people either,"replied Karen. We quickly manuvered through the crowd and scurried upstairs to secure a table next to the big screen t.v. Upstairs was dimly lit. Soft ambient light illuminated the room giving it a relaxing aura,in contrast to the hard bright lights downstairs............

i'll give you more i'm just tired and i'm going to sleep...... good night..........