a short story. told in parts.
i went to austin last weekend to hang out with blake and eat tacos. and go swimming. and do things related to the johnson adminstration.
i rode the train to jfk and took this picture. it's around 7am. the plants have taken over the abandoned train track; the graffiti includes the tag, "fuck you toys." i have no idea what that means.

jet blue for the second time ever. free wi-fi in the jet blue terminal. seltzer and blue potato chips on the plane.

i await blake's arrival to the
smallest international airport i have ever been inside. all of the retail establishments are austin-related. EVERYTHING. no starbucks.

greeted with an
imperial sugar dr. pepper. blake is so awesome. these are hard to come by.
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