noontime nap:

it feel like im in the southern parts of USA , maybe a flash back of our family vacation along the eastern seaboard. I was with dad looking for tory, he was late and didnt show up to the meeting location, as we left the parking lot a red volvo came zooming in, i knew it was him and yes it turned out to be him.

Tory wanted a bike to get around town so we went to bike shop that "happen" to be right there. We went in and i immediately noticed my bike partly dis-assembled. I was like WTFFFFFF!!! The owner showed me a letter from the "original owner" stating it was his, and had the serial number to prove it. So they cut the bike and brought it back to there shop for further investigation. I arugued for a while and thought about just grabbing the bike and running off, but knew that would lead to nothing in my benefit.

I'm awoken by the arguing of mom and sis , the massive turkey lunch mess is crushin em