This home is not my home anymore.

I'm ready to go back to beverly now.
But I know when I get there,
shit's gonna hit the fan.

Do you ever just get that feeling?

I feel it. I feel it.

A horizon on an endless sea.

So things here on cape are the same as usual.
Nothing interesting...
....nothing satisfying.

Maybe it's just me?
Or is it that everything that happened to me here,
just turned it sour.

do you think of me as often as i think of you?

Missing someone you see almost every day is a killer.

A 48 hour adventure.

not sober, not sleeping, and not stopping.