It's been over a week and my house is actually silent. Keaton and Paulo moved on, Eileen flew out yesterday and Kevin went back to his island this morning. My house has been so non stop that I'm kind of at a loss for what to do with myself now. I guess I should start to go through and catalog all my Warped Tour photographs, maybe make some more phone calls, and print new work for my portfolio. But I'm kind of enjoying the eerie silence, and the dim light that the death plume from the Station fire is creating. I'm guessing since I can no longer see the plume over the hill, it's moved and I'm now residing inside of it. There's ash on my car, and it's kind of freaking me out.
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