Back back back from where I started from. A good trip, I suppose, with some good reconnections made. I think that things could have turned out better, but it's not in my nature to complain of such things, so fuck it.
I'm not sure if it's happy or sad, but probably my favorite moment of the whole trip was doin' the solo stumble-bum waltz all the way home from Lucky Lou's across UNT campus, findin' my friend and his bed still occupied, so gettin' pie-eyed out on his front porch well beyond the point o' prudence. No pukin', just punch-drunk (porch-drunk?). My sphincter fully unpuckered for the first time in months (years?), a blissfully serene moment of 4:00 am silence. Good good stuff.
And now I'm back back back where I started from, and maybe where I belong as well.
Ah hell, that's a sentiment almost too corny to contemplate. I'm goin' to fuckin' bed....
A'yup,
I'm not sure if it's happy or sad, but probably my favorite moment of the whole trip was doin' the solo stumble-bum waltz all the way home from Lucky Lou's across UNT campus, findin' my friend and his bed still occupied, so gettin' pie-eyed out on his front porch well beyond the point o' prudence. No pukin', just punch-drunk (porch-drunk?). My sphincter fully unpuckered for the first time in months (years?), a blissfully serene moment of 4:00 am silence. Good good stuff.
And now I'm back back back where I started from, and maybe where I belong as well.
Ah hell, that's a sentiment almost too corny to contemplate. I'm goin' to fuckin' bed....
A'yup,