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I left The Ocho that morning. Sean gave me a ride to the bus stop. I used the opportunity to apologize to him upfront about wishing death upon him and giving him any trouble with me blunt and overly judgmental personality. I knew he'd never bother to say anything he was feeling about me to my face, so I wanted to let him know in my own way that I ( Read more... )

I am typing this up as we drive through rain to Chicago. It's not even 9 in the morning yet and I am so fucking tired. By the time we're in Illinois, the time will go back an hour. It's kind of like going back in time. My stomach is growling. Thank god for vegan bologna, Lays barbecue chips, and loaves of shitty grocery store wheat bread.


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