I went home

Home was good. I met a traveler named Billy, and when I took his phone to put my number in it, he flipped the phone around and gave me a marker. So my number is literally written on his phone. I worked, and realized how much I miss malls. I work in the mall, and everyone knows everyone...even though it's in the suburbs. I also saw my family, and there were no real surprises with them. I saw the Darkstar Orchestra show and got a sudden urge to do acid. I had an epiphany, I had a fiesta with my best friends, I had tea with an old friend, I hung out like the old days, I drove to Queens for the first time, stalled for the first time, and got my first flat tire, and realized that my dad considers me (and not my 4 older brothers) an adult. It was a good trip.