Sure, I'm glad to get back home and rest. I haven't been home since march. But still, why do I have to go back to a place where things are like this
Now, I'm not ragging on my hometown. I've tried to love it. Tried going to the beach. Tried golfing. Even went a week where all I read was Nietzsche and "Lolita" (really, the few literate young people of Hilton Head/ Bluffton? Are those two things [along with "The Perks of Being a Wallflower", LOL DUHH] the only things you can get your hands on? Just saying. I don't get it.
June 15th is film school. Soon enough.