Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Home Coming

Dear Mother,

A bike? What was I thinking? Please load up the land cruiser and come pick me up. I'm coming back home to the suburbs.

I like driving to the mall and miss the affordability of big-box retailers. There are all sorts of sounds and smells I'm not familiar with here. Many people don't even speak English and don't seem to bath regularly.

Big screen TV, ping pong table, and an unlimited supply of pizza bagels--I'll never leave your basement again.



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