London Town ... Swank

So here's the deal: I forgot to take any pictures in London. Being such, let me paint a clear picture: gray and dreary. 

I spent three hours outside of Heathrow airport, two of which were spent on the Picadilly line going to and from the airport. It was well worth the layover if only to see my former boss, Marc. He is an absolute delight-one of the most warm-hearted men I know. 

Now I'm sitting in the same terminal at Heathrow that nearly four years earlier was the scene of a terrifying event.  A lonely teenage boy threatened to light me on fire as I unsuspectingly laid asleep on the floor at 4AM. Terminal 3 looks a lot different on a bustling Wednesday evening. 

London is the place where I've learned some tough facts about unfavorable societal behavior. Yet, for as long as I breath, I'll keep coming back for more. See you next time crazy city. 

p.s. I'm really effing delerious