At the house, I park and run upstairs and they're still in bed, but the T.V in the adjacent room is on, a concert -Augustana singing Boston playing subtly on Vh1. I disrobe and slip back under the sheets behind Peyton, wrapping my hands around her torso, squeezing real tight until she punts and roles over smiling at me, her eyes shut and drunk from sleep. As the voice emanating from the T.V sings "I think that i was tired, i think i need a new town." I kiss Peyton lightly on the forehead and I'm thinking Venice, i think I'm about to cry but then suddenly i don't and I'm thinking it doesn't matter, i love her, I'll take her just the way she is, broken and confused. I'm thinking......