6:34 p.m.
August 03, 2003
It's sunday morning and I'm sitting on the floor of the San Antonio International Airport, waiting for the flight.

I played some cards, some videogames, ate some pizza, and still had some more energy.

Hey, now I'm on the plane, taxi-ing outside O'Hare.

I'm tired and lethargic and out of it (Edit: I had slept 2 hours on the plane)

But latin is gone and the summer is mine.

I got the HELL out of Texas.
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