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Confessions 

1979, that was like 7.. Yeah, 7 years since everyone split up,

6 years since I talked to that gremlin…

It was frigged out, very different from what he was used to back home.

‘C`mon, you bloody drongo, get your sorry arse out of the goddam seat you've been sitting here in park for over an hour staring at his goddamn mailbox. Someone is going to call the police.’ and with that, Mick shut off the engine to his van and hopped out onto the snowy path laced with salt. It's a good thing he didn't slip and bust his arse in front of his house. Mick slowly walked over to the mailbox, only a few feet away from the house, Mick found himself triple-checking that he was right. 

He stared at the three names that were scribbled out with a sharpie 

‘Willis-mitchell’

‘Willis-graham’

‘Willis-gibson’

He took a breath before looking back up at the house, his eyes trailing the house. There was a red Oldsmobile Cutlass in the garage. It was a popular car, though it looked like it had been through hell and back, he observed every nook and cranny of the house, the chipped paint, the broken flamingo on the roof, all of it just taking it in.. 

‘He's home. Okay, you can do this, Mick. it`s only been six years.’ 

Six years

That thought alone made him want to retreat back to his van and drive off a cliff.

as Mick sheepishly walked up to the front door casually glancing around at the snow-covered toys in the yard ‘well not exactly six years you were at Thanksgiving for a little bit’ he pause ‘which you didn't talk to anyone and stayed for like an hour at best’ he stood there inches from the door he felt like it was going to kill him if he touched it…

 ‘Crikey’

Mick slowly pulled his hand out from his jacket pockets before placing his knuckles against the door before knocking on it three times before pulling his hand away, there was a giant pit forming in his stomach as seconds became minutes around the three minute mark, he would raise his hand before taking another swing at it making a mental note, if no one answered he was going. but at the second knock the door pulled away swiftly making mick stepped back looking forward but pause before looking down to a small group of kiddies packed together like sardines as all of their eyes looked up at him full of curiosity,

1979, that was like 7.. Yeah, 7 years since everyone split up,

6 years since I talked to that gremlin…

It was frigged out, very different from what he was used to back home.

‘C`mon, you bloody bastard, get your sorry ars out of the goddam seat you've been sitting here in park for over an hour staring at his godamn mailbox. Someone is goin to call the police.’ and with that, Mick shut off the engine to his van and hopped out onto the snowy sidewalk. It's a good thing he didn't slip and bust his ars in front of his house. Mick slowly walked over to the mailbox, just a couple of good feet away from the house, triple-checking it was right. He stared that the three that were scribbled out with a sharpie before he looked forward, there was a red Oldsmobile Cutlass. It was a popular car, though it looked like it had been through hell and back.

‘He's home, okay, you can do this mick it`s only been six years.’ he try to calm himself but that was his downfall as he sheepishly walked up to the front door casually glancing around at the snow cover toys in the yard ‘well not exactly six year you were at thanks giving for a little bit’ he pause ‘which you didnt talk to anyoneand staid for like an hour at best’ he sood there inches from the door he felt like it was goung to kill him if he touched it…

 ‘Crickey’

Mick slowly pulled his hand out from his jacket pockets befor placing his knuckles agist the door befor knocking on it three times befor pulling his hand away, there was a giant pit forming in his stomach as second became minutes around the three minute mare he would raise his hand before taking another swing at it makinga mental note if no one answerd he was going but at the second knock the dor pulled away mick stepped back looking forward but pause befor looking down to she a small group of kiddies packed together like sardines as all of their eyes looked up at him full of curiosity,

Scout: aw, it's cute

Sniper: it looks like you

Scout: it does NOT look like me!