Bags crammed with girlfriend owned additions. Grandmother’s holy water etching comforting passages through the oil on my brow. Fear for the moments when the stomach is too slow to catch up with the plane and its surge. Photocopies of photocopies – just incase. A borrowed iPod – green – fully charged with selected musical, podcast(ical), and audio-book goodness. And Say Anything…, prepared for the play.
[They did it their way and no other (way).]