You Can Never Go Home Again

But actuallly…… I did. And here’s what happened.

I grew up on a small island. Both parents worked in the school system and we drove a yellow jeep called The Thing. One time coming home from the movies, I was 16, my friend RK threw a McDonalds cup out the car window. I know. Bad, very bad. I got home late, if you count 12am late, and my parents were waiting up for me. If they were in the room with …