
So good food, good friendship, good information. This house just keeps feeding me in so many ways.
Bean is back too - another old friend on hand.
Worked on a strange story today from my childhood. Short short version: I had to talk one of my best friends (when I was about fourteen) out of killing his father (truth). More than once. Curious the sorts of things that shape us when we're young.
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