This will be brief, as I’m still on vacation. Last summer, before moving out to Spokane to hit the snooze button on the alarm clock of life (i.e. go to grad school), I got drunk and stayed out till 5 AM every single night with very few exceptions. I’ve been back in the Midwest for a little over two weeks, playing kickball, breaking into and getting kicked out of swimming pools, riding bikes through rush hour traffic without a helmet, eating my friend’s “prescribed” Vicodins from time to time, writing fiction, watching TV, and getting drunk almost every single night. And I’m exhausted – I have no idea how I did it last summer. So basically, this post is a confession and an apology for having not Barked the last few weeks. The Midwest is a dangerous place for hedonists who know better; I can’t wait to return to Spokane and be an adult again. Next week, after spending a weekend with my 94 year-old Satsangi grandfather who lives in Kansas, I’ll be posting about the grandfather essay (or grandmother, father, mother, etc.) and trying to figure out how in the hell one can make such an essay fresh and unnarcissistic and about something. Or maybe I’ll write about how much I hate the word ‘about,’ because I have such a hard time figuring out what my essays are about, which frightens me. I miss you all.