Okay so maybe it's a keyboard. Doesn't take away from the fact that Jared is rocking out on it at 3:30 in the morning. It doesn't make much sense, starting to play at 3 a.m. but it does't have to make sense. It's cool with me. My weekend was nice.
Rode the bus home to see Graz yesterday then we came back down to Pitt for a while to hang before he went home. Back to Cinci in the morning for him.
Walking from Pitt to Pap's house showed me where I want to make it to one day. Life on Bayard we will call it. The street just has a feeling of something I can't quite describe. Somewhere between wealth and hard work. Not as shallow as wealth but not any blue collar type of hard work. It is a good feel though. A feeling like you've made it. Like you've done something right.
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