Tuesday, June 26, 2007
california
The jester always asks to see where I grew up. He's been to his dad's house a thousand times, but never to mine. I haven't been to mine since I was 8. I have driven past it, but never gone in. This is why: I really think that when I open the door, I will see my old house, my old furniture, my old family, my old life. And then I will want to stay there forever.
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