The Return

The trip back to Philly today was uneventful, except for the part in the plane where the guy in the seat behind me stopped breathing. (He was fine, after a nice long hit from the oxygen tank.) And last night I almost got my Polish ass kicked by two lads who didn't like the fact that I took a photo as they went zooming down the street on motorbikes. ("Ya fuckin' faggot fanny," one of them yelled at me, after circling back.) I already miss hanging out with Sunshine (above, on Leith Walk) and Mrs. Sunshine, but it's also good to be home, where people hurl proper insults, like "fuck you, you fucking fuck."