"What ever you do, don't talk to Joe."
I'm picking Miguel up from the airport in an hour. huh.
A year ago, I thought I'd soon be moving to LA. Instead I stayed here, broken for months. Then healed, then truly happy. Yet now, I'm about to do what I did so many Friday nights before. Except it's all different. I have a feeling this is going to be one of those "in retrospect" moments.