I can feel something coming. Too big to ignore, but too small to tell what it is. I don't know, maybe it's the weather. I might be getting some crazy sun disease. It got real hot real fast. I'm down with it though.
Sione is coming this Monday! And I'm working hella now, stoked on that paycheck coming soon. Concerts should be good this summer; festivals and local shows alike. It's laundry day and I'm wearing a t-shirt that is a little too big so I feel so thug like.
The best part about hot summer days is the hot summer nights.
Here's what I've learned since I've been back: Nothing's changed. No one has changed or perhaps they are becoming more batshit crazy, neurotic or immature. I feel like I'm choking on everyone's egotism. What the hell happened?
And so ends my wonderful, terrible, life-changing, and amazing time in Florence, Italy. It's good to be back to normal life; I've got some great memories.