I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M actually doing this. My boot covered feet stomp up the porch steps of the cabin. This morning I was across the state six hours away from Liston Hills picking up Aron- my eldest stepbrother, David’s five year old son so I can get him back to his crazy mother before she died of fit mania.
My destination was a one way ride to New York and then another to Seattle the next morning.
Diamond was in the crappiest mood since I had to inform my genius and half crazy friend that we were staying with David for the night as Michael didn't want us messing up his night of sexscapades.
Plus, let's not forget that I had a paper due on Monday and a block design that was still half way through. Whoever says architecture is easy let me know so I can kick their ass, after I bribe them to
