A very damn good night to be in DC
Saw more public urination and weed than I expected to see in front of the white house, though
Leaving in a couple of hours. Just wanted a pictorial reminder for my future self to reminisce over. And maybe laugh at.
Except for the cereal I ate this morning, I haven’t eaten anything today. So, I guess I’m excited.
There’s a lot to say, but I think the main point that my subconscious has been incessantly revolving around the past couple of days is that I love the small group of high school friends who I luckily found, who humbled and inspired me these past couple of years. I don’t know if I’ve expressed it enough or properly, for that matter, but thank you. Thanks, buddies
I adore my family that has beat me down and raised me up in proper moments of good ole’ character building. I’ll see you on dates of significant value, like (but not limited to): Christmas, Thanksgiving, Summer, Weddings, Kwaanza, Rafael’s celebratory “Weight-Lost” Party, Rainier’s graduation, Rainier’s arrest, Rainier’s parole (and his subsequent release), and Anniversaries. Love you.
I’ve never been given great assurance that my next chapter will be as interesting a read, but here’s to being confident that it will.
From my roommate
Citing #32 to my parents. I need that DSLR camera.