Spending time in your old hometown takes a little HP damage. It’s pretty much impossible not to wonder how things would’ve turned out if you just stuck around. You always knew if you didn’t get out by a certain age you’d be here forever doing the same thing as everyone before you. And now you get to audit what it looks like for those who did just that. You see no surprises. But truth be told, their identity runs deeper. Let me say that better. Truth be told, their identity runs deeper. Oh well, twice is better. You left and grew in ways you never could here. By all means. But you didn’t become a more authentic version of anything. They stuck around a did just that.
Our old house. Used to be blue with white trim. I think the metal railings were black. No curtains. That porch has some stories.
Harlan Pepper you quit naming nuts.
We get to go to church today.