Everything Was Right With The World
It was early when we went to the airport. John drove. It was Ruthless and me and Stoney. The airport was so small they barely had coffee, and though they had tea bags, they had no hot water, so Ruthless was left with no tea. We were animated and probably loud. Complaining about the trail. Laughing about our adventures. Standing up with huge arm gestures. We’d forgotten there were other people there. Pickles was at Read more…