It's all good now. Thank whatever f*cking God there may be.
I found a tape not too long ago that was of a play I was in in the 4th grade. We didn't have a vcr in the house, or so I thought, until Hallee said she wanted to watch Disney movies, which we only have on vhs. So I went downstairs like the good boyfriend I am and turned the place upside down in hopes of location a video cassette recorder. Turns out my intuition and sweaty anger-throws aided my discovery of an ancient vcr.
Due to this, I had to watch my video. Because of this video I will be writing a very long poem about growing up sometime in the coming days.