I just wanted to muse for a second about “going home.” I’m not just talking about that ride up or down Route 1, you know? I’m talking about that emotional state you get yourself in during the ride home or that first place you spend more than an hour at when you get home. Where did you go when you got home? Did you sit on that couch that’s more like an old nanny that knows your needs and tolerates you? Did you go to a friend’s house to get high after ten grueling minutes of being around your folks? Or did you do one of those walk-up-to-your-old-room-and-seem-humbled-and-touched-before-falling-into-your-bed-with-a-sigh things from the movies?
Anon