Maybe it's the odd but dearly missed fragrance from Tim's beloved basement. Maybe it's the sight of an evening where ambient city lights dont make it bright out at 11:00 pm. Or it just might be the feeling of waking up at 12:00 noon with an oreo-skittles-halo 3 hangover and mountain dew on your breath; reminding you of last nights wild and sugar driven shenanigans. Whatever or whoever it might be, theres just something altogether perfect, in every way, about coming home to Massachusetts for vacation. There are so many reasons separately that makes it amazing, but put them all together snd you have something else entirely. Junk food is awesome. Best friends are awesome. Halo 3 is awesome. So are cats with tumors, and cats without tumors, and spaghetti, and the movie army of darkness (hail to the king, baby), and old tvs that glow yellow, and scrubs season 6 on dvd, and the anime channel, and visiting an old but not forgotten school, and molasses cookies. And the best part? Its not over yet.
-Will
-are you an idiot?
-no sir, I'm a dreamer
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