A strawberry yogurt, an abandoned wheelchair,
an artificial pee stain, an encounter with an accent-savvy Mexican,
an invasion of Jess' black Moleskin & after about 5 hours in Pearson Airport,
here I am...
on my computer, with tiredom annihilating the entirety of my nervous system.

My dear Jessica,

I know this was not the day you envisioned, but please remember: Your young-adult life was meant to be careless and filled with mistakes. If we were perfect, we wouldn't experience the joy of discovering ourselves, because life isn't about becoming perfect. Life is about creating a journey for yourself to grow intellectually, philosophically and, of course, spiritually!

I had a great time, for whatever it's worth. And you can't lie, the good times were certainly good--cut to me trying to get the wheelchair on the escalator--, baha.

Happy 22nd, my photo-loving friend.