Boca Raton, Florida
No updates just yet. Just a quick reminder that I am alive. Fantasy Fest could have easily killed me, but instead it turned us into some sort of savages every night. Last night was insane & I am asking myself questions about it & feeling the results. I am bow legged & my legs are scratched & bruised up. Man...
Saying goodbye is the worst. It's never easy, but it's getting better. Mike, my rideshare from St Petersburg laughs & says "After just a week, right?" Makes sense, but he doesn't get it. It's easy to fall into it. These guys are my brothers. We'll keep in touch, and maybe meet again someday.
This isn't the last time I will write that.