nixon

Boston.

I love this city. Mostly because of Sid and Scarlett.

But I have too much time to think. This was the problem last time too. So, useless things Nixon thinks about on the road:

-DAMN, those were good pancakes

-Sorry about those bruises, Fractal.

-I miss
Kalischild, desidia, and obelisk, each for various reasons.

-You can't keep up.

-No, really. No matter how awesome I think you are, no matter how hot, bright, talented ,together, ,or generally THE SHIT I think you are- you fucking can't keep up. That's all fucking half-dozen of you. You are the best of the fucking bunch. Cream of the crop. But not one of you can keep up.

-on the other hand, I haven't seen one boy on this tour I wanted to make #7, so hey. Maybe I should buy an island.

-I'M John Youngman.

I miss
RavenIsis llke whoa.

And yeah. A buncha other shite.