Crashbox

11:ish PM.

Newly acquired place of residence: Glen Tavern Inn

Meg: Do you have any idea how many kids have been conceived on that bed?

(Everyone glances at the mattress everyone is sitting or lying on)

Sexy Beast: Gallons.

(Gallons of kids?)

Nuggs: Or more.

Still, something about your own place, despite the appalling drawbacks...a haunted hotel, creepy classical music playing in an abandoned lobby, a low fire burning in the hearth...I don't know, but life is good. That's why I almost stayed in Portland. Coming back was somehow a bit like a corkscrew in the chest---wind it in, and rip it out. I guess I'm just really, really ready to be done, through, out in the real world. And yet, in my heart of hearts, I know I miss it all more than I know.

God Bless, everyone