I’ve landed back on U.S. soil.
It’s not much different.
I’m used to rules and regulations,
but not used to having to follow them.
at least customs didn’t think I was a drug dealer
because I was a bike messenger.
This time the duties officer thought I would break my neck
cause i was carrying a box on my head.
At least Larry got a laugh over my resembelance to a zulu woman.
as home as I’ve ever been
I’ll be home soon