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I fly to London tomorrow morning, and that scares both of my parents. It should give me a little pang of fear, too, but it doesn't -- the wall that surrounds me is too strong for me to be worried about some fuckup with C4 strapped to his waist. Sod off, I say.
I'll try to post here or email during the trip, but this one's going to be a quickie, so there might not be much. If you'd like to see the photos at the end, I'd be happy to oblige.
Why do I have the feeling that leaving this September will be twice as difficult as it was last September, and why do I also have the feeling that it will be twice as important that I do it with added resolve?
See you on the flip-side,
Tyler
I'll try to post here or email during the trip, but this one's going to be a quickie, so there might not be much. If you'd like to see the photos at the end, I'd be happy to oblige.
Why do I have the feeling that leaving this September will be twice as difficult as it was last September, and why do I also have the feeling that it will be twice as important that I do it with added resolve?
See you on the flip-side,
Tyler