Prologue Magestic October
The moon comes up quickly after five on short October nights and I get used to the dark once again. Not that I ever get unaccustomed to the dark, but since theres more I begin to take it for granted once again. All of the best things are like that though, you take them for granted until they are gone. I guess that's just human nature, isn't it, otherwise we wouldn't have that word, now would we? But there are always words that don't seem to have a use, now aren't there. Like why the hell would someone think of the words fuck, whore and bastard? They have no use at all, except for when you are being a…well..bitch. That's another dumb word. I guess that's food for thought.