Stalkers? Best not...

Out in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by darkness. A steady rain falls. No lightning. No thunder. No heavy winds. Just a weeping from Heaven. Is it for Charlie? Is it for me? Is it for humanity? It might cleanse the earth, but it will never purify the evil from the souls that wander the earth. It will never wash away my doubt or distrust of others. So much tenebrosity in me. The shadows of evil loom constantly in my thoughts. 

I was staring through the darkness of my coffee when a man approached me. He greeted me in Armenian. Without thinking, I responded. I could not be rude. I still can't. Even though I try. He told me he was from Burbank and that his brother had gotten married in the beautiful church across the bypass. He was Armenian/Lebanese. Stop tormenting me! Uggggh...

He asked me how I knew Armenian? I said, "I knew a girl..." I left my coffee to get cold on the table and walked into the night. Into the rain...

Not gonna do it...