Dom was telling me he's gonna come up here and visit me for a week on first week of July.
This is gonna be interesting. I still don't see the point, I'm finding myself sitting out in the backyard smoking joint and wondering what the fuck I'm supposed to do next.
I'm 40, single, pretty content with life, and yet I crave for cuddles, I crave for the laugh, and deep conversations.
I think I need a roadtrip...