9 hours on a plane, nearly 7 nights going to bars and meeting kkkool people and sometimes humming comet gain's "turnpike" to myself when nobody could hear, 0 pictures taken (gave 2 rolls of film away), 1 mac g3 sort of fixed (has a couple probs), 1 little girl on the ttc who insisted on singing the pizza pizza theme song over and over and over, 1 apple crisp thoroughly enjoyed and not sold on ebay, 2 bunnies chilling in the yard where the landlord keeps 1 dead horse, 1 trip on the final day to the middle of CN tower to buy 1 awful cocktail that was like a tequila sunrise with rum instead of tequila while seated next to 2 young catholic men wearing world youth day passes (the restaurant gave me 1 drinking glass shaped like CN tower for free, but i didn't bring it home because i knew it'd break... and it came with 2 drink stirring sticks also shaped like the tower).� after selling a huge pile of childhood souvenirs and saving up for months, presuming everything would just go swimmingly once i handed my suitcase over to the airline... it turned into an expensive mistake after a couple of days.

i called my parents from the greyhound station on bay street to say hello and tell them that the summer of "us" had been going quite well and everything was rainbow colored unicorns and dolphins galore, then spent 3 days with my thoughts on a bus, dismayed and humiliated.� i learned that detroit has more blacks than nebraska, chicago has more little amish girls in black bonnets than detroit, the mississippi river is brown, wyoming is also brown and it has a giant bronze bust of honest abe and 50,000,000 lightning strikes on some nights, and 1 crystal clear gin & tonic costs 10 dollars at a blue hotel around the corner from the LDS family history library.� the bus people weren't really scary, but they were mass crazy and gnar.� some of the only young people on the bus were this gang of punk rock lesbos with badges that said things like "imagine: a world without sexual assault," and a kid in a mudvayne shirt.� on the third day all these new people got on, and they were all coughing and sneezing like mad.� they'd wake up and literally sneeze 15 times in a row.� at the waterfront train station, i realized i was dead sick, and i had the stink from having no chance to bathe or change while seeing america the really slow way.� i wasn't angry or resentful about how things had gone, and i still considered her my best pal.� but there was regret.

i'm ready to get back to breaking drinking glasses and jumping around to le tigre at fake or li po or someplace like that, blasting rap and teenage fanclub in the car, tinkering and drawing and watching the sun set on the mountains from my window.