Storm Dragon

I never should have let Steph drag me to that Psychic Fair. Metaphysical nonsense doesn't suit me, Seattle doesn't suit me, and I think I might be allergic to patchouli. I'm definitely allergic to car accidents, to giant elk falling from the sky, and most importantly, to the huge, blue dragon that's attached its obnoxious tail to my navel. Just try having a smart-ass dragon nattering in your brain twenty-four-seven. Better yet, don't try it. I recommend skipping the entire, batshit crazy, o...