I went out to grab a smoke, here at my parents house, and I was reminded of a vague something. The smell in the air reminded me of when my friends and I would sneek out of the house when I was younger. Nights at my parents house give me a kind of meloncholy that is hard to explain. I guess it's nostalgia...this house is so much emptier and older than it used to be. It's good to have a mellow night, despite the danger of my own mind having too much to think about. Tomorrow we're off to Starved Rock, then later to meet my ma for some thing at night, and then to the Duke in Chicago for drinks with Kristin, Hillary and Mr. Lazzara. It'll be a long day, but hopefully a great one as well.