uhhh... after three flights (and two mechanical failure inspired cancelations) over a period of thirty hours i made it home... and immediately got so drunk i played beer with baseball (with beer AS the baseball), fought pretty much everyone, destroyed an entire fence, threw up secretly, danced for maybe four hours, and basically broke my already exhausted body.
Fuck.
It was amazing.
Good to be home.
Fuck.
It was amazing.
Good to be home.
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my 'homecomings' usually involve reading old comics, having mom's chocolate foisted on me and avoiding kids i went to high school with.