get used to it
yes. it is now about 4:15. am still at work. my ride to the city and the show leaves any minute now. this rules.
"I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man. I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town. He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around, this is your hometown"
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