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I have never ever felt so utterly and completely submerged in my own self hatred as I sat at three am in the morning binge eating pasta while fully submerged in stranger things. I have been trying every method on this planet readily available to me, to distract myself from my flight back to my home town tomorrow.

That place is nothing but a sexist and misogynistic rats nest with home cooked meals and white picket fences. Man I could be finding ways to rebrand Mr. Welch's company right now. But instead I am going to have to rebrand my bullshit meter by the end of tomorrow.

I mean... you would think that being smack in the middle of New York's business sector. Ruled by some of the most egotistical, testosterone driven males in the world, would be hitting my bullshit meter into the reds, but nope they have been hitting peek orange at best. The males of Sholle Vally. ohh... they make the egos and assholery of New York's business sector, look like drooling kinder garden students with pink daisies stuffed in their drooling nostrils.

And it just so happens that my own father is the leader of such bastards. Yup... the mayor of the asshole district in middle north Carolina was none other than Samson Jay Larkins. So please sue me for not looking forward to my reemergence into that nonsensical bullshit, my lawyers are awaiting.

How time flies, It feels like just ten minutes ago Charlotte had to hall my reluctant ass out of the car like a two year old, just to get me to my dreaded flight on time.
Bear in mind I did not kick and scream, what do you take me for? I am a responsible tax paying adult. I did however threaten to lower my employees salary by fifty percent for making me go two days earlier than i planned, I think that's reasonable... oh you don't? well neither did she. In her opinion I need to stop acting like a child and stop avoiding my problems. In my defence it's worked for seven years, so why stop now? I'm on a roll.

It has been two hour on this dreaded plane ride from the depths of hell. The first hour consisted of quiet bliss, I took a nice nap and had some coffee and it was altogether a good beginning to my unwanted vacation. But, the second hour was quite the opposite. You see, the second hour consisted of absolute joyful plotting.

Yes, I came up with ten ways to murder seat 24F's obnoxious spawn. Which after careful deliberation left me with two very opposing options one more enticing than the other. Option one: Open the latch throw the child out to free fall to his true birth parent Satan. Or option two: the more legal and morally upright version, to tell the child to stop using his bloody chop sticks as a set of drum sticks, and my head the drum.

As morally correct as option two was, I couldn't help thinking that option number one was the better choice. But unfortunately, I chose the more tamer option of less than politely yanking the sticks out of the spawn's hands and throwing it into the aisle. While pretending to read a very enticing magazine of the life span of Cacti in the spectacular second edition of plants 101.

It was safe to say that my first visit back was starting on a very sour note. Not to mention the rest of my very short flight consisted of getting the stink eye from the Spawn's mother. Who took every opportunity to hit the back of my seat with her book as a show of rebellion on her nasty son's behalf. After praying to god for deliverance and patients in the last twenty minutes of my personal hell. The plane finally landed and we were allowed to file out of our seats.

I was first to leave my seat before grabbing my over night luggage from the overhead baggage compartments. Lucky for me the little spawn had his overnight Mickey Mouse bag next to my hand bag. What I did was not my proudest moment but it did feel freaking good. When I 'accidentally' knocked his over Mickey Mouse bag all the way to the back right of the carriage three seats away from where the little spawn and his bitch of a mother were seated waiting their turn.

HA! take that, I maniacally laughed as I made my way out of the plane a satisfied grin sitting comfortably on my face. Pulling my hand back on my shoulders I pulled my over night luggage out of the cabin and as I stepped out of the refreshingly air-conditioned terminal of the plane into the mild heat and humidity of the north Carolina sun. The thick air of my home hit my lungs and I couldn't help but feel a little sick to the stomach with nerves.

Strolling out into the airport, I felt simultaneously heavy and light all at once. I scanned the crowd and as expect there was no one that I remotely knew insight. I walked to baggage claim, and after ten long minutes of idly waiting for my bag it finally came around on the conveyor-belt. Grabbing it, I briskly walked to a cab and got in. "Where to Ms."? the big burley bear of a driver asked, with his bald scalp shining in the afternoon gleam and gentle kind smile on his face. "1st Avenue Broad-bank street number 35 , thank you" I said with a little smile on my mouth, His smile reminded me of my father when I was little, when things felt like nothing in the world could hurt me as long as my old man was by my side. Little did I know that smile would fade very quickly. "Right on our way Ms." the driver said after punching the address in his GPS. With an exhausted sigh I stared out at the sky line of the city that I grew up in. As we drove quietly on the high way it felt like the calm before the storm. I just couldn't shake the heaviness I felt in my belly, like the feeling you get when you have forgotten something very important.

I am aiming to post every Tuesdays ;)

I hope you enjoyed it!

Gummy.