Sunday 10th August 2003 - Oklahoma to Manchester
What a long, strange trip it's been!
The next morning a shitkicker came and watched as we cleared our rooms and loaded our bags into the van. He'd heard about some disturbance last night and wanted to check the rooms before we left. The old tosser waited almost an hour on the balcony, spitting tobacco juice onto the car park below. Persistence; I like that in a dumb yokel, it's what made Deliverance and Southern Comfort such great films. Before we knew it, it was time to leave.
I was sad to be leaving, yet I was glad to be going home. I'd had a great time and met some great people, but I'd also realised some things and was glad to be going home.
I said good-bye to the other Skeps, who were travelling on a separate flight, to Davey, Greg, Melissa and Oklahoma. I think I even said good-bye to Natasha, even though she was a manipulative little bitch.
A three hour flight took us to Newark, for the connecting flight to Manchester. It all seemed to pass as if it was happening to someone else. I bade farewell to America for the second time in my life. Who knew if I would ever come back again? Maybe, one day, one or more of my books would eventually be published and I'd be back on a book-signing tour. Stranger things have been known...
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The next morning a shitkicker came and watched as we cleared our rooms and loaded our bags into the van. He'd heard about some disturbance last night and wanted to check the rooms before we left. The old tosser waited almost an hour on the balcony, spitting tobacco juice onto the car park below. Persistence; I like that in a dumb yokel, it's what made Deliverance and Southern Comfort such great films. Before we knew it, it was time to leave.
I was sad to be leaving, yet I was glad to be going home. I'd had a great time and met some great people, but I'd also realised some things and was glad to be going home.
I said good-bye to the other Skeps, who were travelling on a separate flight, to Davey, Greg, Melissa and Oklahoma. I think I even said good-bye to Natasha, even though she was a manipulative little bitch.
A three hour flight took us to Newark, for the connecting flight to Manchester. It all seemed to pass as if it was happening to someone else. I bade farewell to America for the second time in my life. Who knew if I would ever come back again? Maybe, one day, one or more of my books would eventually be published and I'd be back on a book-signing tour. Stranger things have been known...
Click here for the Epilogue
