awkwardly, but i guess it takes practice. after milling around the old school field - haven't been there since primary school - i stopped by my uncle for a cup of coffee and catty practice (shooting birds with leftovers) and finished watching pearl harbour.
after napping for an hour or so i drove to rick's to meet with the guys, had brilliant fish & chips and allowed myself to be dragged to the godless experience that has me gritting my teeth in anguish.
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