Very strange coming back to the place I was born and raised. Nobody walks here people look kinda ill, dad's bakery gone, their house empty ready to be sold, mom living in a assisted living center. Walking around I'll don't feel much, stareing into the empty rooms I grew up in its been too long. But damm the French Toast at Murphys still tastes great as well as the sundaes at Friendlys. And my brothers and the kids are warm and wonderful. Gets down to it I don't regret a thing except for accidentally knocking that birds nest outside my window to the ground when I was 10. You can't go home again and really I don't want to. I want to live on Mars.
