After Krampus was dead, his shadow was still shown for centuries in a cave––a tremendous, gruesome shadow. Santa is dead; but given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. ––And we––we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.
-The Jolly Science
I thought 'tomorrow' was a day of the week. So when my mom would say we'd go somewhere 'tomorrow' I'd ask her every day if it was tomorrow yet, and she'd say no, and I'd keep waiting.
Finnish student at my colorado high-school. He was one of the only kids in the school who smoked cigarettes, would want a break all the time. Also didn't have much of an accent at all, said he was practicing English since kindergarten.
My dad was a 'landlord' renting out the other three rooms of the house to people. He kept the rent a few hundred bwlow the market because all the rent money was icing on his cake, and he knew housing was hard to come by. Most renters liked him, but he was a poor judge of character and would often give the room to the first person that showed up, leading to drama, but mostly a good experience.
The book House of Leaves