Biloxi blues

Sorry, people. I couldn’t resist.

So I returned home last night (I was in Mississippi) and the trip went pretty much the way I expected it would.

I am picking up the small shreds of my ego and inspecting them wanly.

That’s pretty much all I have to say about the trip right now. Except that I forgot to take my camera.


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