June 17, 2002
Escorial, CA
Matt
I sat on the patio, slowly smoking a joint all by myself, letting my Oakleys block out the bright sunlight. I’d just gotten back from taking my parents to the airport, while Wade was still gone, having ridden along with his own family as they went to catch their plane. We were supposed to be doing the same thing, heading to the airport to leave for Boston, but Wade had seen reason, after Tiffany and I had whined enough, and had agreed to leave tomorr