I was having so much fun, had no time to draw AT ALL all week... and I thought drawing was all I'd do... ah, well... on my way home, my flight was late, and I finally used that sketchbook I'd been carrying all along... it started with the little houses you can see far in the distance from Charleroi, but some lady kept looking at what I'd been doing... I don't like that, makes me feel self-conscious, so I "ate the houses" to scare her off, but it didn't work, so ... I was just 'bout to draw the plane, and make it explode when they called us to board...
This might just be my favorite story ever.
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