Kurt Hummel is Back at McKinley

Dear Diary, I can’t believe I found you! Last I remember us together we were waiting at the northbound platform of the 150th Rapid Station. I thought I lost you there. Gone forever. Worst of all, all my thoughts read by hundreds of Strongsville families waiting to go see the Tribe. Yikes! But who knew for months you were only a dropped quarter away from being found under my car seat. I promise those salt stains and sticky marks from that half eaten blow pop will come off your cover. Reunited and it feels so good.

Honestly though every artist has their starts and stops. I was on sabbatical. Refueling and refreshing for things to come. Plotting my next move. Questioning the universe. Questions only seem to beget questions and a shame spiral of inaction ensued. And then I found this guiding light.

My wallet suddenly filled with money, my gas tank was full and that wart on my toe finally fell off.

So now I’m here for another season of whatever comes my way. What’s been up in Cleveland? Lot’s I’m sure. What’s been up with me? Even more.

But you know what Diary, I have to go because that castor oil that was supposed to kick in in 6-8 hours seems to want to get the party started a little early.

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