Down at Jeraback until 11 with the night tribes and about 10 bro's who showed up later, lurking around their pickups, and for the first time since seventh grade, I have to deal with Justin Mills.
Goddammit. The pain and fury they create. They don't know, don't know, don't know how horrible it is to be singled out. They still don't.
So I went and looked at the trees, because I don't want to be angry again.