I had a dream. that. I was in this airport, but it was like school? Well everyone went to the airport every day instead of school, okay? so anyways. When it was time to go home, I wasted a few minutes with connor before leaving. I waited outside for my brother to come pick me up, but he didn't show up for ten minutes, which was weird because in the dream I knew he was always right on time. Well my phone vibrated in my pocket, I answered it and it was my brother.

"Chriss, how DARE you skip school. you weren't at pickup, you weren't at brusters. I can't believe you would do that. Son, I am disappoint."

Which is funny really because my brother only picked me up from school freshman year? And I'm not his son. And he's dead now. And I never got in trouble for skipping. And he was the one that oftentimes sent fake excuses so that I didn't get grade cuts and shit.
so.

Thanks for parenting me from the grave, Erik.
C:


Actually I do miss you. should visit me more often like that.