Evelyn

Strangely, there's great comfort to be found in her, I can't quite put my finger on it, but the petite, drug worn lady downstairs gives me ironic warm fuzzy feelings. Normally I would be irritated by her lurking and constant friendliness, (infinitly cheery people seem to make me violent), yet I'm compelled to study her, to observe and discover. I want to sit and talk to her, I'm almost positive she's a good story teller, or maybe I just think she has a lot of stories to tell.