thwackcrackers

Clive was going out that night. After a grueling day of classes he threw on his comfy clothes and adjusted the steel rimmed glasses he was cursed to wear. Damn his eyesight. If only he had been born with better eyesight he thought ruefully combing his messy brown hair as best he could. Four eyes, Cyclops, and Squints were regular derogatory names he had to deal with on a regular basis. This day had been no exception. But Clive wasn’t going to think about that. No tonight he was going to have fun. Even if he had no date, and no friends to share it with, who said one needed either to have fun? He knew what he wanted to do, he’d s