Possibly my last summer in St. John’s, and it might be the most fun.
Met all sorts of really grand folks tonight, standing in the alley with all the hipsterpunks from after Christmas and a bunch of guys I vaguely remember from junior high.
Spritzurday tomorrow, and two of the new guys are attending with K.
I stood in the alley with one of them and talked about so much stuff, man. We had this particularly intense discussion about how it feels to be away from St. John’s, and the difference between knowing you’ll be back and you’ll be staying, and when you’re only visiting and it’s just this place that used to be home and will always kind of be home.
A lot of people hugged me and I was totally cool with it.
I’m getting soft in my old age.