I Swore I'd Never Go Back

Like that counts for fuckall anymore.

The car's packed; preparations are made for someone to mind the pets.

I've been dreading this - the pilgrimage to the shrine of the worst years of my adult life. Yes,
nearly all my friends are there, along with both sides of my family.


I hate it for the ghosts that show up at the most inopportune times, and for the slightest reasons. But the few who know how the inside of my head's painted know I can handle ghosts. It gets a bit harder, though, when they walk up and hug you...or stand there and hate you.

But I have to go. I'm expected, and I've given my word. Plus, I'll get to catch up with the boys, and spend three days solid getting rounded at any of my typical haunts. Then there's the whole wedding thing. I'll see if I can fit that in.

Misty just licked my nipple. I think it's time to go to bed.