After 14 Months I Finally Made It
March 16th 2008 Welcome Home My Dear Convict Son
It felt as though I’d just spent nine hours in time machine when I emerged from the plane. I was pretty sure that I arrived in London significantly before leaving New York, and as I was still operating on Tacoma time my internal clock was telling me that the sun really ought not to be up at midnight. I hadn’t slept on the plane of course; who can fall a
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