Imagine yourself final arena and you see the boss approach and you step out to battle but he throws a vampire worker at you to do his dirty work. story of aarons life as he went to a glasses shop with kunming (isnt that the place in china?)

So leaving minnesota it was it all over again. Like I was leaving for study abroad for the first time. Saying bye to old friends and taking in the last note of each word to the depth of it. Squeezing hugs and not wanting to let go. Silent but just a feel, a scruffle of the beards of max and andrew. the goodbyes of cya peter and trav walking out of brugers like it was another day in the life. Which it is, but this time we know what we are in for. These relationships were sort of thought over brushed and a year and a half passed without much consideration. Now that I consider it, its a beautiful thing I have. This love that understands that its going to be hard apart, its not daily seeing anymore, its distanted by thousands of miles and an am pm difference. But we are all up for the challenge and more than that will make even more of it than if we were all together. The last 4 days I was in minnesota we made the most of our time. Joining in laughing and talking, hanging and even dancing! We were and are joyful people. Thank you so much for spending all that time with me. And goodluck returning to a routine max. So upon returning to korea it was familiar, but still so new and strange. Arriving at night to a damp environment I was driving with my dad as we always would, even as a kid just watching the lights and bridges go by on the riverside. Its like whats happening? I didnt go home but we took the hapjung exit and headed past hongdae to the 3 way intersection to proceed up the hill and into my studio apartment. A bed and my dads couch set was already there and then my luggage and a bunch of my random boxes where there as well. There was barely any room to walk, and even with that filling it was the lonliest time. I took tylenol pm to fall asleep after trying to play my guitar with a destroyed chord. It was so shallow playing alone again where back home I wouldnt play unless I had trav drumming and either mark or max screaming along. Beautiful. I'm going to miss that the most. and I do miss it the most. the freedom within those kids to be pushed to feel passionately to take more from each other to push the music to what is to what has happened. Somehow we made the best of our music on those last jams with suprise guests and more and more. sigh. so I'm staring out aarons apartment at the rotary with many passing cars all with headlights on because its rainy and foggy and cloudy and dark and not that welcoming. I'll probably walk home pretty soon here and try scanning my photos again. I'm confused. I shouldnt be. but its two worlds and I wish they would merge. I dont know maybe I'm just thinking to much. I know its all tied together but why does it all feel like a dream? A dream the has emotions that smiles and cries, that lives and forgets, remembers and loves and is sad at all the same time. I'm in a glass box of emotion says will ferrel. haha how stupid. get over it. so I've got my own place. its pretty sweet. its got just a bunch of stuff like my house in minnesota so I guess things dont change haha. but theres a big ol space in the middle cause everything is crowding the walls so plenty of room for random people to crash, like you, and you, bring that box of noisemental goodies if you'd like, and bring that ibanez and we'll hopefully rent another small tube amp, and you bring that black and white film, and you come back again and this time it'll be way more sweet, and give me a good month and a few gs and we can even visit cambodia, or nepal, hike at everest. hows that sound? we'll see. see you soon. love
peter