Santos comes… I go.

Santos (Jun) got home this morning from his week in Las Vegas / California. While it’s habit to always think of his welfare (especially now that I’m going for such a long time) I’m not as worried about leaving him as I would be if I did this say several years ago. Maybe it’s because I see him as less my little brother and more as a man. Plus it helps that he’s a police officer for Chicago and carries a gun with him most times. I hope he’ll be okay while I’m away.