Summer keeps sliding by...
One of the crazy things about living as an adult in the town you grew up is that you tend to see people from your past. High School bullies now belly up to the bar with you. The hot chick from down the block now waits on you at the Breakfast Joint(not so hot anymore, wow). The burnout from shop class is now selling you a new car. Weird stuff like that. Not bad, but certainly different.
I spent all 14 innings of last night's Sox game slugging back tequila with people I promised myself I'd never talk to again.
I'm not old, I'll be 34 next month, but sometimes I feel like such a DAD, dig? I know I'm a dad, and have been for awhile, but sometimes I feel like MY dad. Get it?
I wish I had the writing ability to put how this feels into words, but I don't. Suburbia is weird.
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history is doomed to repeat itself Higs. And I mean that in the best possible way. Hee.
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