




We are done with this segment of preserved adolecence. I'm a bit wrecked, so to summerize, we only were allowed 25 free drinks in Denton (the rest we had to pay for), Austin has a good climate for outdoor rocking and photo-grapes (emo's) and my cousin and cousin and cousin-in-law are still great, New Orleans has initiated the legalization of Absynth into their tourism recovery efforts (thanks for nothing) and florida isn't as far away from illinoise as I remember but much farther from new orleans with an un-godly hangover. I'm fantasizing about my bed.
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