PEERY’S POV

 

It was great to be back home.

 

New York had always been that way.

 

You spend so much time in it that you start to hate the place--my vacation was all I needed to see it all from a different perspective.

 

Rome was great and all. But at least I get to cuss at people in English now and get a reply I can understand. Italian was a beautiful language and shit, but I never knew if those bastards were cussing me out or complimenting me.

 

It usually a gamble to decide which it was.

 

Cruising down the road, I tried to plan the rest of my day...