livingoutloud

When I left for the borough of Brooklyn, I left behind a few hardcore homies in the G-boro.

Tommy Boy is one of those fabulous few. We go all the way back to distant time called 'high school' where he found me skipping classes in the back corner of the art department. I tried to rid myself of him... I kicked, I growled, I might have even bit a few times, but the lil bugger wouldn't go away.

Eventually, the kid who wouldn't go away became the guy I leaned on. He made me laugh, I called him on his bullshit, he liquored up my broken heart and I stuck cotton in his ears. We rescued each other on a regular basis and, dammit, I miss kickin up a ruckus with the lil guy.

Tonight he called with plans to visit. He's been saving up for the trip and plans to stay a whole week! Word. I get a whole week to rock out with my lil bro! I so friggin excited!
Were planning to take the train up from Charlotte together after the holidays - 13 hours in one little car. There's gonna be some jack-slingin, rump-shakin, and trouble-makin before we even hit Virginia! Wheeee!