Ok, so this was meant to be more of a journal entry, but you can't put photos on journals...So I don't know, this isn't a deviation, but more of some thoughts.

That little girl? Keiths cousin. Her name is patience. She hugs me when I go over there. He treats her in the way any big brother should treat a little sister. My brother was never nice to me. He plays football with her. "She'll be on the team by the time she's in high school."

Cute, huh?

I wish my older brother was like that. You know, older. He went to Chillocothe with his girlfriend. He called to check up on me, I guess.

Keith runs the Tonka track at night. We had to hop a fence to get there. Big fence, huge. But I did it. And we ran. And layed on the turf.

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The fireworks were great. Only saw the end of a show, but me, Krystin, Tim, Johnnie, and Bree created our own display in a parking lot in Riverside, until 4 am.

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I'm sick now. No work until the 8th...

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I miss Keith. I miss Patience. I miss Tonka town.
I swear I was meant to go there.
It's like the calling I missed.
If I would have stayed in my old house, the old house before the old house, the house on 45th, I could walk to Keiths, Chris's, Katie's, Krystin's, Willis's, Kayla's, Kyle's, and Matt's.
But instead I have Liberty.
Better education I suppose.