Sunday, May 27, 2012


Heathrow, my men and my women.

It's that special form of numb that's the result of being awake forever. Airline/port food. Cramped muscle madness. It is so choice.

But we will sleep in our own bed tonight, and see the Bruise, and tomorrow we can think about everything else.

For now, it's just a few more hours of Houston. That's right: HOUSTON. Over and out.

1 comment:

  1. Hope the Bruise was glad to see you and that you got a good night's sleep! xxoo



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