that is all.

“it’s 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark… and we’re wearing sunglasses.”

guy just asked me to put his bag up in a bin. there is more of a sense of community in coach.

I can’t do this again. I just can’t.

I need a break. A big one.

“when somebody goes away there’s things you want to tell them.  when somebody dies maybe that’s the worst thing.  you want to tell them things that happen after.” – Louise Fitzhugh, “Harriet the Spy”

“Um, someone stole a toilet seat, so boys on the right, girls on the left.” Who are these people? I can tell you that they’re not my people.