Bow spree

The kids finally left today which is a day and a half after my patience, another day of them and it would of ended up me losing my shit altogether. In my dark fantasies I'm painting the kid's faces to look like apples and going on a William Tell-esque bow spree.

I'm feeling grotty and unwashed on a train to Newark surrounded by a variety of commuters who, like most American's, are looking less and less foreign every time I wake up here.