A thoughtul, introverted energetic person. (kind of a dysfunctunal combo really)

Can you tell me where I can see it?” “Yes, I live at 1969 West 35th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front.” “What's your name?” I asked. “My name is Don Hanson,” he said. “When's a good time to catch you, Don?” “I'm home every evening after five.” “Listen, Don, can I tell you something?” “Yes?” “Don, you're a scumbag.” Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial. Now, when I had a problem, I had two scumbags to call…

running from her shadow in the name of living.