I've been back in Oshkosh for roughly 30 hours now. It’s pretty, and familiar, and comforting, and somehow horribly wrong.
If I knew I didn’t have to stay, I’d really be enjoying this.
I just don’t want to be here.
I want to go home.
Never seen a black ninja before? That's probably because we usually lurk in the shadows. You can only see us by the whites of our throwing stars. And by then, it's too late.
Never seen a black ninja before? That's probably because we usually lurk in the shadows. You can only see us by the whites of our throwing stars. And by then, it's too late.
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Hey, man, it can't be that bad. Some day you'll miss your parents.
You know, it's strange. When I moved from Nogales to Flagstaff for college, I realized pretty soon that Nogales was no longer home. And then my parents moved to Flagstaff, and Nogales really wasn't home. Then when I moved to Madison, my parents moved to California, so my home was, again, abolished.
In any event, you'll be down here often enough. And you can always drive from Osh Kosh to the Dells, should we decide to take an impromptu water park trip.
Yeah, I'm alright. I just needed to calm down a bit. Part of that was tapeworm-related (apparently two small pieces of Freedom toast constitutes an objectionable meal these days), and part of it was just withdrawals.
And I imagine the adrenaline rush I'll get from pleading my first criminal down to hunting animals from an aircraft will smooth things out considerably.
HA! Having no one in particular to miss, I don't miss anyone! Finally! Being lonely pays off!
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