Superb athlete, martial artist, and acrobat from the quaint town of Waverly, Iowa.
i made it to the graveyard just before it was getting closed for the night. the guy closing recognized me as “that one bow and arrow guy from the avengers” and let me stay past closed.
seeing my father’s grave made me feel sick but i can’t be mad at the man for falling victim to his vice of alcohol. my mother’s grave already had flowers on it.
i’m staying the night in a hotel and leaving tomorrow.
It’s the same bus stop me and my big brother sat at when we ran away from the orphanage…
I’m starting to regret coming here alone.
It’s not the anniversary I just feel like visiting them since I finally have the time.