some serious black creek corssing shit went down

I miss the rain.

For the past couple of weeks New York had become the new Seattle. Mornings would start off with cloudless, steel blue skies and end in nights filled with drowning streets.

Everyone just kept complaining about how much the rain fucked up their days. Didn't stop to realize that it made some people smile.

It's pretty much gone now.

I hate everyone. Everything.

Except for Morrissey.

Morrissey is the only one that understands.