Let The Bad Times RollMy face is blank, as I stare out the window and watch the departing airplanes. Hands on the armrest, backpack between my feet, I sat there thinking. "Razor" by the Foo Fighters plays in my ears as I watch another plane depart. The perfect soundtrack to the view. My leg starts to feel uncomfortable, I reach into my pocket and look at the little red box in my hand...Let The Bad Times Roll
I sat down in the plastic chair, head leaning on the staircase behind me. I looked around at all the faces that seemed so unfamiliar to me. I was drifting in and out of conversation. "Yes, we all loved her and still miss her.", "I remember that one time...". I lifted m
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