I went home today, to visit my folks. My dad took me out for dinner, we had a nice chat about recent events, and what we each had been doing. My mom showed me the sheet music for the small time production she'll be in next month, a lot of songs were in latin. I meant to get my old pellet gun so I could shoot out this annoying light that tends to shine into my bedroom window, but I forgot it yet again. Tonight is "heritage" night, where african americans, or people that had ancestors that lived in africa celebrate those things. It took me four hours to get to my house, it usually takes just over an hour. I had some old belongings I brought from home, and some houseplant cuttings my dad gave me, so it took me four trips to bring everything inside. Winamp was playing Dudley's theme from Street Fighter 3: 3rd Strike, I really like the bass. Then I noticed it. I had my final supply, my last of the great green stuff, in two of my Gateway computer boxes, that I kept next to my desk. One was filled with untrimmed goodness, the other was only 1/3 full of specially for me goodness. There was only one empty box next to my desk,
and one face on my camera...