It's only been summer for a day or two, and already I've watched my bro graduate, been a part of the biggest game of CapFlag ever played, started a band, been forced out of the park since it was past eleven, spent way too much time at Perkins, stolen (but not really) a car, looked at the stars, slept a mega-ton, went on a picture frame hunt, hXc swing...ed, been the middle of a hammock sandwich, and started a band where all we do is drum our stomachs and cheeks and beatbox.
Tomorrow (today) is Jack's grad party.
I work Saturday.
And I leave Sunday and don't really come back for three weeks.
My summer vacation is a deportation.
And my birthday is the seventeenth.
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