So I'm on a Greyhound bus coming from Point B and heading back towards Point A, crammed in tightly next to my friend Dana (who happens to be jamming to TLC on the headphones and drawing "No scrubs" in block letters on Paint), when I decide "HEY! I should fill every page of this with drawings!". So I turn the page enthusiastically, and to my dismay discover, shitty markers bleed. Or shitty paper gets bled through. One of the two. Or both. Anyway, I stare at the paper. Then I crappily draw the tacky pattern on the headrest in front of me. Lesson learned. Thought there would be a good ending to this story? Too bad. Oh- can't ignore the baby photo of me lounging in what looks to be a floral sack with shoulder straps. Or Deezy, me and Victor huddling in the black abyss. Love.
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