Not-A-Doctors-Name

     Doc Worth entered the room and approached Lamont and I. I noticed his chewed on cigarette in his mouth and his heavily baggy eyes, stubbly beard and apathetic face; not to mention his disgusting fur-lined coat coated in God knows what.     He looks at me and asks "How ya doin there?"     I shrug "I'm OK."    "I didn' have any painkillers on me so you migh' as well suck up the pain yer feelin'." He turns to look at Lamont. "Lamont, I need ta' talk to ya' 'bout something."     Lamont and Doc Worth walks out of the room, leaving me with my throbbing foot and aching head. I put my head back down and closed my eyes, and thought about

     When someone tells you "Some things are too good to be true" they're most likely right; especially when it can end in contorted ankles, blistered and bleeding feet, a ruined dress, and a heart weighed down by disappointment. I was no different. My crush of three weeks and I arrived at his house to hang out after work, what I didn't know was certainly a surprise. He showed me his new puppy, bearing an invitation card to a formal party that night. I accepted with joy.            That was several hours ago though. Turns out, he just needed a date just to get past