taking the long way home.

mid-last-post, my good friend justin called me from back home with a story that just made me want to delete what i was already writing and start over on an entire different topic.

and then another came to mind.

so here is their resting ground. sort of like buying someone a graveyard plot, ya know, prior to their death.

proud. a good proud.

and still. a mean, horrible, awfully monotonous, yet necessary still.