No ones the whole story, it seems. There are fragments scattered across eleven people. The nicest is always be coming home to Bunks. Not my home, but he is home, whereever he is. There might be a dog this time, a new piece of equipment he bought off eBay from China, a different view of life. No matter, there is always food and that sense of calm that no one else brings. A year in the making despite being immediate. It’s just nice.
