It was Halloween and Danyel had spend the first half of her evening getting stoned out of her mind, and pigging out on sweets, but as she sat there at...the bar looking around at the floozies in costumes, and douche bags in capes she realized this was not the kind of Halloween she had in mind. She nudged her friend Amelia to get her attention and leaned in close to her ear. Lets get out of here. This is boring, and if one more fat guy hits on me Im going to break his nose. Amelia laughed and just. We stood in the barn, talking like old times. The sun sank as we chatted. “Getting late son,” my dad said as the stars came out. “I got an early day coming. Try not to be up too late.” We hugged again and bid each other good night. He went in to bed and I followed soon after. I sat on my bed reading for a while but, couldn't shake my restlessness. I got up and started unpacking. A little after midnight, I heard Alexis’ door open and close softly. A few seconds later, she. The hole never fills up.”KiwiGrip is paint! Thick paint. Textured paint.It is replacing that damned rubber sandpaper because ... it’s cheaper ... it lasts longer ... it can be put (painted) where it’s needed. It doesn’t need the cast-in indentations to force you to put it where the builder wants it to go.Architect Rule Number One: Form follows Function.If you believe that you have never been to a college or university ... the sidewalks force the students to walk miles out of their way .... The ubiquitous street lights struggle to penetrate the gloom of their individual kingdoms, the trees and shrubs of this quiet suburban avenue glistening darkly in the moist chilled air, the faceless people just out of arm’s reach, all but lost within the silky veil. I’m surrounded by my own little bubble of forgetfulness. A kind of Heaven. It pulls its angelic shroud around me, protecting, even if only temporarily, against the nightmares of life with its constant reminders of just how much this.