For the Random Writing Challenge, using the first sentence to build a story.
How could this be happening now?
How did I end up here? With this crazy chick named Dana. It felt like just yesterday, I was all brand new and shit. Then she snatched me up and has been using the hell out of me every since then.
I admit the attention was cool at first. Now she walks all over me and makes me tired every night. I didn't want all this. I just wanted to sit in the corner somewhere, and let her maybe walk all over with me once in a great while. But she loves me.
She loves me so much, that crazy bitch takes me to work almost every day. That's a little too much "together time", if you know what I mean.
I'm not "that kind of guy." I just want to go back in the closet, I don't think this chick is for me. I don't need this psycho shit. Im going to blow up soon and scream at her "THROW ME BACK IN THE CLOSET, PSYCHO!!!"
Dana's Green Chuck Taylors