Off to the Magic Kingdom with Jamie and his daughter Mina. I haven't strolled around there in a while. The last time might have been in High School during one of my family's many bi-weekend trips to "the parks". We might have been assembling dinner from boxes of donated canned goods from church, but we somehow brown-bagged lunches to Disney with our discounted, Florida resident annual passes. There's a memoir in there somewhere. Or some kinda eff'd novel.
2 comments:
That was a creepy post, Justin.
I've had the strangest upbringing. Really. It's a miracle I turned out so well adjusted and motivated.
Hey, I loved your postcards!
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