May 23rd, 2005.
It’s been a fantastic week, hopping between Myrtle Beach, SC and Wilmington, NC. And yeah, I’m using the same damned adjective – but it really has been fantastic. Hey, my
May 20th, 2005.
Ok, wait. What is this? It’s like… rush hour… but… in the morning…? Oh yeah, I remember this shit. We’re leaving Wilmington at the ungodly hour of 9am. I can
May 16th, 2005.
Sitting at Deanne’s house, watching the sun go by. She keeps it dim in here, and we struggle with blinds and drapes in an effort to let some of the