Almost a month ago I left Lubbock. A little over almost a month ago I returned to West Texas, saw Chicken Little at the drive-in, spent the night at my grandma’s, and then left again. It was a good time, but kinda weird saying goodbye twice. I guess that encores are for rock shows not real life.
Since the first time and second time I left Texas, a lot has happened. Including being told by a cop to put my hands were he can see them and being informed by some guy named Mike that it was the end of the world and that pretty soon all the Christians would be moving to the mountains of Colorado, specifically the Colorado Springs area, because it says so somewhere in the Bible.
I’ve got a lot of stories and pictures to share, but I’ve not slowed down long enough to write or empty my memory card. But I need to, otherwise I’ll forget stuff and will have to start deleting pictures off my camera to make room for new ones. Just give me a couple days...
1 comment:
"otherwise I’ll forget stuff and will have to start deleting pictures off my camera to make room for new ones."
There's something deep there.
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