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The Streets Are Dirty With Youth

My plane, oft delayed, didn't crash. I made it home and upon hearing Neutral Milk Hotel's The King of Carrot Flowers Part 1 saw my mother for the first time in months. She drove me home in a bmw convertible. I always arrive in style. Driven by 50 year old women. Always.

Immediately after dropping off my bags, I said goodbye to my mother and took her car for a drive. A long ride. I used up half the gas tank visiting old friends and basically getting my peddle foot back. A few sharp turns and near misses and I was right back into it. There's nothing like driving, soccer mom van or not.

My night consisted basically of getting obliterated in the great outdoors of Eastown, smoking and drinking on Tim's front porch. It was immensely enjoyable. I then went to a graduation party and caught up with Man/Monster Graham Mason, screenwriter extraordinaire. We saw a bad movie and I don't care at all since it only cost 5 bucks.

I really have nothing to say except I won't be on at all, since we don't have the internet, and I don't care. I love it here. I am way more happy than I ever thought I could be. I am Home.