Greg Myers couldn’t help the way he stared at Trisha; he had a condition that made it almost impossible for him to blink. He had to tape his eyelids shut every night, after putting in special lubricating drops — but when he wandered around during the day, when he sat on the bus and people-watched, he inevitably ended up staring.

That was always a problem.

If only because Trisha’s boyfriend Moose had a habit of punching guys in the face when they looked at his girl.

Greg had tried to explain himself plenty, and gotten enough black eyes that he figured Moose might not actually care about his medical condition, and might just like the punching part.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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