Home. It's that special place you just can't do without. Sure, I tried seeing how long I could possibly last after I pulled the plug on that dinky little box - easier said than done, it seems. But if there is one thing I learned from that exercise is this. Forkheads is my home. You guys are the fucked up family I never had. I know this because of all the strange things I've done in my life.
Tell me, how does it feel to settle down in front of the wheel of a brand new car and scream "I'M DRIIVIING!!"?. Or the strange, warped feeling of satisfaction of going pantless on thursdays?. I know - I have experienced it. Purposefully disconnecting the internets and going for a vacation had no damping effect on that.
So, I'm home again. Am happy to see you guys doing what you do best.
Fuck this sappy talk, lets get wasted.
