How It Works
Sign in with Facebook
It was a gray dreary day in November.
The only thing I had to do was go vote.
And so my journey began.
Upon cranking my car I realized that *someone* had left the interior light on.
So my battery was dead.
God Damn It.
Maria. Fucking Maria had gone out for *bridge* - again. I knew she hadn't gone out for bridge. Who goes out for bridge at 25?
Choose the next branch of the story:
She was cheating on me.
Create your own branch
View Story Tree
*If the links don't work, try refreshing.
Invite a friend to collaborate!
Your Fellow Collaborators: