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whenever i come back to america its a huge culture shock. last time i got off the plane feeling all excited and cramped, everyone instantly piles onto the escalator leaving me alone on the stairs. i got to the bottom of the stairs and there were 4 or 5 fat cops with mustaches, radios, and hands on glocks glaring at everyone. i got through immagration and went to pick up my luggage. i turned and was confronted by a large group of "bros". one or 2 of them had little goatees, there were some babes with them, i saw a hurley boogie board case (seriously). once i get through and greet my fam i get to the car. i always turn on the radio and it always freaks me out. then we cruise along these massive roads surrounded by suvs and trucks, with commercials yelling in my ear.
i feel like i have 2 almost completly different lives and switching between them is really strange.
ill try to control myself.
see you in a week
will
i feel like i have 2 almost completly different lives and switching between them is really strange.
ill try to control myself.
see you in a week
will