Family tradition states that I stay here at home. I was never one to go out during the Holy Week. It was pretty straightforward since I was young. “Jesus is dead, so you should stay home.”
And I guess it stuck. The only difference is that now, I have work and need to be in the office from Monday to Wednesday – and God forbid, Thursday and Friday since we’re rushing two magazines to be print-ready by next week.
A bunch of my friends are going to the beach. Some to out of town trips. Some on retreats. Me, well, if I’m not at work, Ill prolly be at home playing The
I’m gonna make ‘im an offer he can’t refuse.