My Daddy hits town, we bust out the Beansprout and the Stella, and we tear it up until my fingers are cramped and curled like the empty skyward clutching grasp of a stone-dead sparrow
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I've been hiding. Feeling like a nasty little troll, for quite some time.
This weekend i emerged from my cave and found the weather was fine. The faces were friendly. Its been a pretty great two days. lovely even. and long overdue.