Come Back From Southern Florida. . .

All of us here in Iowa, are starved for your attention.

Ten days of sobriety in the infamous Key West. Well, not all of it was spent there. We took an RV down, and headed to the coast. In ten days I learned some things about myself. I handled my thoughts, with all the bitter intentions of reality-not stargazing dreams. People cheat, lie, and stab you in the back. It's a part of humanity. We're all human. We all fuck up. Dreams, dreams. Players only love you when they're playin'.
It's good to be home. You never miss Iowa, until you aren't in Iowa anymore. Paradise means nothing, if your best friends aren't beside you.
L, M, M, C, and J sent me the best picture ever while I was away. It's good to know you are missed.

As I was gone, I learned to appreciate my Grandparents more than I ever have. I've been able to have new respect for my mother. And my brother and I are a little too close for comfort!

Anyway, life goes on. Pictures on Waste of Paint soon.
And 2010 is coming. Ohhh noo.