<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>"Huh...like the sky that we'll never see again."<br/>Oh, how he couldn't help but be negative.  Pessimism just seemed to flow in his blood, like it had always been that way.  Though it hadn't and Terrence knew it.  He used to be a good guy, the type that would go to the bar on Friday nights and knock back a few with his fellow interns or he'd share a joke around the lunch table.<br/>But, he also found himself unable to remember any Christmas.  It was like the holiday never existed.  <br/>"The jolly fat fuck is probably a big-boned skeleton in the ice.  Of course, only the malice of man could hit that hard."  If he wasn't speaking in such a grizzled tone, his macabre poetry may have sounded quite deep and meaningful.<br/>But really, it was just a weak man's whinging.</div></blockquote>