Locked, Luke Chueh
And George is back. Heavy heavy. A cordial but frosty household. Without the cordial part. Is this really my life? It feels so surreal like a Bergman film. Almost Lars Von Trier-ish except for the sex and nudity. I am trapped here with George. I can't leave because Le Kid is my responsibility. George can't leave because, well, he just can't seem to. I guess he has no place to stay. I want to say "go stay with all those folks you hung out with in lieu of hanging out at home with me and Le Kid, go be with them, go be jolly and good George with them, go post of Facebook and Twitter where peeps can see how clever you are." Where are they now? Thought so.
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