SleepyPlayz

1. Maybe, it'd be fun but, I feel like it'd be a bit more work for the people who write up things for the VSN since there's a lot going on around the trade deadline, but if they were up for the task, then I'd say sure! 2. Video games. A lot of them! That, or try to work on one of the many hobbies I have! 3. Any chocolate! Sour food too, but that's mostly for when I'm better! Chocolate is amazing though! Asking: 1. What do you do with a lost voice? I lost mine for about 3 days after getting some sort of throat infection or general sickness that affects your throat! 2. How has the VHL helped you, as a person? I forgot if I already asked this, so let's go for round 2 if I did! 3. Favorite things to do on a winter morning when it's still super cold outside?

1. I think my player's doing just fine for his barely over 200 TPE self! i think that with a bit of work he could be a lot better, but for right now, he's doing great for my expectations! 2. I don't know, I usually come on every day to check when TPE has been added to my TPE balance and use it, then wait until next week! 3. A peanut M&M. "But won't it rot?" Preserve it and put it in my eye socket when I'm dead! I just like M&Ms! Ask 3: 1a. Who is your player's render inspired from? 1b. Who inspired your player's personality? 2. How often do you visit the VHL website? 3a. What is your favorite drink? 3b. What is your player's favorite drink?

Hi! I'm sleepy, I'm sick as a dog, and I'm SleepyPlayz, Star, or October! Just depends on who you talk to and where you ask! I don't have much creative inspiration and would rather lay in bed for the next 25 years. I unfortunately can't do that without losing out on a great player, so... here's this! Games 171-180 have been simmed, and I kinda wanna talk about it, and I'm not much of a hockey gal so please correct me if I'm wrong about something! I'm gonna go from 177-180 really quickly... 177 Mexico City vs Halifax 21st The lowest shots taken in this group of games, the Halifax goalie being the main downfall for the team as bad as that makes me feel to say! 178 Philadelphia Reapers vs Saskatoon Wild Highest total shots taken between teams, with the Reapers' ALTO getting 3 goals total! 179 Miami Marauders vs Mississauga Hounds The highest total shots taken by one team in these 4 sims (Miami), yet they still lost after Mississauga's only shot in OT1 goes in 180 Houston Bulls vs San Diego Marlins The only game here to have the opposition not score once!

Oh yes, I should say! This is going to be claimed for 1/12 and 1/26!

And someone else lower on the list was definitely crying, glad to be a part of this team

Create new problems, solve old relationships, make up stories about your friend being a closeted gay girl because he wore a dress one time in middle school and it turned into an inside joke, a gag if you will, with your friends, and play hockey. You could say that was about all Martinez did during the New Year, and he doesn't mind it. He paid for his friend's tickets out of the country and back to the Philippines, and as he watched them go, he realized he'd be lonely again. The hotel he stayed at in Charlotte was comfy and big enough for one person, but he'd only be staying here for one more day anyways before he went to Mexico City. He was drafted there or something like that, he didn't really care for that right now. He sighed and stared at his phone. Maybe he really should try making some friends. But wait, what if they don't understand him, his problems, his anything? Would he be judged harshly by everyone because he was a social outcast who was "just another one of those types..." or would he be accepted for his behavior? He sighed, falling asleep in the hotel's bed. He grappled with the idea that he wasn't quite all he was made out to be, with his flimsy play on the ice and his less than stellar mood off of it, he figured he would at least drop down. "Fuck this place, and fuck the people in it." He muttered to himself. "I'm closer to being a professional hockey player, not them," he began in one of his long, manic speeches, "do they not understand the difference between a professional hockey player and their worthless selves?" He paused to take a breath, walking outside of his room. It was about 3:15 AM, no one was awake, at least no sane person in this hotel was. He walked out of his room and left the door stop in so he could come back whenever. He stretched and took a jog around the place. He sighed, his mind going through several different reviews of how this version of events had been playing out. "Maybe I really am not used to the idea of being in a spotlight after all. To be fair, it was 13 games, but... I was still pretty scared." He mumbled to himself as he walked through the halls, walls plastered with that backrooms-esque style wallpaper, a dull yellow color with a bit of brown as a trim, the only contrast from the actual backrooms. He looped around the hallway twice over before finally making his way back to his room at around 3:30. That little walk around was nice and relaxing. Hopefully he'd catch up on the rest of his sleep. He walked into his room and kicked the doorstop away, letting the door slam behind him. He walked towards the bed and flopped down on it, closing his eyes and waiting to fall asleep. When he woke up, someone came to collect him from his hotel room, a man dressed in black, the same one who'd picked him up from the airport when he landed here in Charlotte. "Hello, Mr. Martinez. I will be driving you to the airport at 3:45 PM, as your flight will be at 5:15 PM and I would much prefer if you were to be given a good amount of time before your flight." He nodded, staring at the popcorn ceiling in the hotel room. Time felt like it was ticking by at a second per minute, his mind stuck on various facts. He wasn't in the best mental state to begin with, maybe that's why he started having doubts. Well, being driven to the airport was nice. He rolled his suitcase out of the hotel and into the courier's car. He'd be transported to the airport and be free from Charlotte. It was nice here, but he wasn't really attached to it. He scooted over to the other seat, staring out of the window towards the east, the colder air making him shiver. He waltzed his way through the airport, boarding the plane. He was seated by the window, coincidentally getting an eastern view from the plane. What a nice view... all grey, sad, and muddy. When he landed, he was driven to a hotel room, somewhere closer to the airport for the night thanks to the time he landed and people being tired. He sighed, walking again was totally fun and totally wasn't some sort of drag. At least the weather was way nicer than Charlotte, he didn't feel as cold here. He was happy about that as he stared into the ceiling, going to the immediate problem; when the hell was their first game again? It wasn't at any time in the next few weeks, but he still wanted to know. Well, he'd know when he got a call. Martinez swan-dived his way into Mexico City's draft view and on draft night, he was selected 15th. Hey, that was pretty high, probably. He would gladly take it with a smile since he was drafted that high, but something about it felt a little weird, at least to him. Maybe it was just he wasn't used to the whole idea of being drafted high, being a teenager with low self confidence made him think he wasn't worth it. Maybe it was due to people online telling the world that he isn't as good as people make him out to be. Oh well, he'd show them on the ice. He'd show all of them. For the first time since being drafted by the Mexico City Kings, he geared up in the attire of a king, that fresh hockey suit weighing down on his shoulders, in a good way. He felt happy to be here. Finally, a home he could truly call his home. He had a grin on his face as he picked up his stick, getting ready for some action on the ice. (Thank you @VattghernCZ for the graphic of Martinez!)

This is going to be a more silly little thing but I'm a little surprised though honestly, not by that much, that Martinez can actually score! Like, I guess I just didn't expect it or something like that because I remember looking over at his player about 70 TPE ago and seeing that he had 1 goal with Saskatoon and I thought that'd be it for a while but, no, he has... 8 goals this season in 18 games? I think I'm reading that right! I don't know how good or bad that is for a hockey player since I don't play hockey and I'm not the biggest hockey fan ever, but I feel like that's pretty good, right? At least for someone at his skill level, it seems pretty good! At 170 TPE, he's got high OV with 70 and I'm actively now trying to improve his PH with the STHS stats by getting DK up to maybe 20, same with SH for right now before I focus most of my energy on building his offensive repertoire!

1. I feel like it's fair, to be fair I don't have much of a reference from irl hockey or the previous update scale, but I think the way the updates are, it's fair for all users! I haven't seen much complaining about it in the VHL discord either so that's a big plus! 2. I think everything in the league is perfectly fine as is currently! 3. I was never in the VHL so I wouldn't know what to say on my favorite player! So instead, I'll say my favorite user's player, or something along those lines! I like Inker Belle (WildfireMicro) because the name's cool! Ask 3: 1. When has the league gone through a drought of anything in your opinion, and how do you think that helped or hurt the league in any way? 2. If ice hockey never existed, do you think a similar sport sim league to ice hockey would take over? 3. If you could make a sticker and trading cards of your player, how much do you think they'd be worth?

Carson already rated this but as a career reflection, I kinda wanna rate it too! Firstly, color coding the names with green really does help separate different paragraphs nicely, as it can be quite the drag to read something like this raw. By using colors to separate not only the players mentioned, but also the title, there's a nice switch between the points you're trying to make about each player's impact on your own player's career. Speaking of the switch, as a whole, this article about your player's journey is worded and structured quite nicely. It has a clear title, beginning middle and end, it gets straight to the point You also have clear goals listed out for your player, which is also a very good part of this. While I would argue that some of the points about other players have been a little rushed, that also may mean there's very little to say about them as a player, not in a mean way, but as in, you can't explain it, which is alright. The perspective you choose to take also makes for an interesting read! 10/10, would be 15/10 if I could, it was a nice read!

I think this is over 1500 words? I might do future claims so... 1/5 1/19 2/2 I'm doing it like that because I like the idea of writing stuff weekly at least! But this is a lot of words!

"...5, 4, 3, 2, 1, happy new year!" The room erupted, cheers from all members of the Clarke Talent Agency as well as most of these talents' friends and family who were in a large cafeteria. There were people squished together, but those people were mostly close friends or family, hell, a mix of both I'd say. Having people that close seemed really nice. Sam's friends were here, and so were mine, but my family wasn't able to come. Something about health issues with Lily or something, and a dog's health is important. I don't blame them, I just wish they were here. At least we weren't anywhere fancy. I grabbed the few of my friends who were actually able to make it and had a chat with them. "Hey, you three. I'm glad you were able to make it. I know life hasn't been the easiest for either of you three, and I'm glad you've been able to be flown out here. With the time zone difference, I feel like we'll be partying until the sun comes up. What do we want to do?" Max looked up, a smile on his face. "Do you want to go to somewhere else to see the stars or something?" Of course he would suggest that. Max was a foreign guy from Colorado and said he saw stars a lot there and that inspired him to want to study them, I don't know. I never understood astrology, he was more of a star lover than I was. I just liked sports. The group looked amongst each other. We were so zoned out---well, in---on the thinking about it that we didn't realize people slowly filing out. No one else seemed to have any ideas, so I spoke up. "I think stargazing sounds kinda fun, kinda intimate but still fun." Everyone nodded, now... we needed an after party sort of thing, I guess. Something that we could do... I see people going to malls all the times in movies, but what about eating out? I grinned as I realized something about going to a mall. "So, would you want to go to Spencer's tomorrow? We could get you a cute top Angel." I looked at the guy. For some reason, when we were 12 or 13, he wore a crop top instead of one of the shirts he'd wear on a regular basis. Of course, it was probably just a mistake, but no one ever said anything about it unless it was to tease the poor guy. The other two people in the group chuckled as he went red with embarrassment. "Hey, it was one time! Are you seriously going to tease me about that until the end of time?" I nodded enthusiastically. "But of course, my dear friend." But, seriously now, were they any good at ice hockey? Maybe we could play a game or two instead of stargazing... or after. I heard there's a gym near the agency that has an ice hockey rink somewhere near it that people can play on, we'd just need Sam's permission. I got up and looked around, gazing at the empty cafeteria. "...hm... how long have we been standing here?" Angel asked. Lorenzo looked around, trying to find a clock. "Maybe 15 seconds for us, so like 70 minutes?" I joked. The place wasn't closed down or anything, I'm sure we could just get to our hotel rooms if we needed to. "It seems like we've been here for about 90 minutes actually," Lorenzo said, spotting an analog clock that he could read pretty easily, "we should hurry out of here." I agreed, and led the group out since I was their host technically. The cafeteria doors swung open and we walked out, just four teenagers making their way back to their hotel which they shared with October Moore, Zoe Clarke, Sam Clarke,... a lot of way older people actually. Wait, how did four teenagers walking into a hotel look? Would they believe it if I told them I was already booked? No way to find out than without letting them know I guess... "We agree that we're scrapping stargazing and scrapping in an ice hockey rink instead tomorrow, right?" "No fair you professional. We're field hockey pros." "Then you'll be naturals." "Maybe in an amateur league sure! Against you, who's played against way better?" "1v3, if you can beat me even once, I'll give you 250 each and a flight back home in first class." I offered. Silence, they forgot I had money now. Maybe they just forgot I was being paid to play hockey since I'm in the minors and a minor after all. They nodded, seeming intrigued by the offer. "Fine, but if you bend the rules in any way to your advantage, I'm going to beat down on you Agustin!" Lorenzo yelled. "Fuck yeah, fine by me!" It was going to be a fun day tomorrow... [Tomorrow, 10:08 AM] Ugh... sleep... very sleepy... I guess I really did stay up waay too late. This is what I get, isn't it? I looked at my phone that was laying right beside me. 82% charged, how fun... wait, 82%? I jump out of bed. It was... plugged in? When the hell did this get plugged in? Who was next to me even? All of the guys were gone, probably to get breakfast while I slept in. Fuck, was it Max? I got a ding on my phone and a message from Angel. "u left ur phone on 10% lol" Well... that answered that at least. I wonder when they plugged it in. We stayed up until around 4 AM, or I did at least. I was the first to go to sleep and them being used to our old timezone, stayed up a bit later but it didn't seem like they actually fell asleep. Maybe it's just the anxiety raging, but I really hope nothing happened. I don't want them to go through my phone. Oh, wait, right! "angel where tf are you???" "isang restaurant sa 45 st" (A restaurant on 45[th] street) "midnight diner" Oh, okay. I sighed, putting on a coat. It was cold outside, being around 42 degrees F where we were in Charlotte. I took out my headphones and put them on. A quiet walk would be better than hearing the hustle and bustle of a big city. I walked downstairs, hands in pockets. I checked my phone for a Midnight Diner. Why was it so cold outside? And Midnight was so far away... oh well, a walk couldn't hurt. So I walked, occasionally stopping for a quick direction check on my phone before continuing. I eventually made it, heavy metal blasting in my ears. I turned off the music and walked inside, looking for my friends. "You assholes! You seriously just left me to sleep like some princess?" I said as I walked up to them, a wide smile on my face. I saw next to Lorenzo in the booth that they were seated at. "Hey, I guess the princess needs his sleep." Angel replied. Of course it was him to reply out of the group, the fucker. Silly or snarky, we didn't really care. He was fun to be around. #-# A little while later, after eating, we'd grabbed some stuff from the hotel room and walked towards the ice rink that I'd heard about. We were all set up. We didn't have a lot of gear so I let them use mine, exception being no helmets. We weren't going to fight that hard. We were technically here illegally, but... who cares about the technicalities? We decided to play a quick two games. "Alright, you all know hockey's rules and you know the condition. Actually, I'll lower it; if you're able to score 5 points total against me, you'll get the reward." They all agreed to it, so off we went. While not exactly periods, we did generally stop around after about two minutes for breaks, so it could be said that we had two minute periods. Game 1, I scored 5 points on all of them in 2 periods, period 3 I decided to just play pure defense and it worked out for the most part. I blocked 9/10 of their shots while scoring 5/22 shots, most of those shots were just me doing something fancy that I didn't unlock the skill to do. Game 2 was a different story though... period 1 started normally, I scored way more than I needed to with 7 shots and 4 going in, but they somehow managed to score 2 times in 9 shots. Oh no... and period 2, despite me scoring more with 7 shots going in out of 15, they made 1 more shot out of 20 shots. To be fair, their efficiency was getting worse, but... one period was left, and I was tired. They were getting really tired too by the looks of it. Well, nothing like a quick rest to recuperate. I stretched, relaxing myself as I got ready to not let these random people who I've never met win. That's how I thought of this match. I got prepared to beat them on defense, but life seemed to have other plans as Angel rushed past me. He was surprisingly good at this despite having never played on ice. Maybe it really was the field hockey knowledge. He was the best at it in school. Lorenzo was better at being a goalie and Max wasn't athletic at all. He stopped the puck and himself in his tracks as I passed him. He raised his stick as I got ready to dive, though still trying my hardest to move forward. I wasn't going to let him score on me, I was a second-rate professional playing in a minor league! Not some pushover! As he lowered his stick, I dived. The puck looked like it was going to be way off though. Oh wait, I just realized, it was a pass to Lorenzo, who shot as soon as he got the puck. It went in. Their first shot of the period, and they won the bet that I put on them. Well... I guess it was kind of obvious. Oh well, I was fine paying for most of their stuff anyways. I sighed and got up off the ice, dusting myself off despite not needing to. Well, that was a good game, wasn't it? "Good game, nice move Angel, you now get a free trip back." #-# [And because this is getting a bit long,] I pulled up my phone after we got dressed in our normal attires. How much did I say I owed them? 250 and a flight? Sure. I walked over to the ATM outside and withdrew 250. I had more than enough to pay for their flights too. I gave them the money. "A bet's a bet. I'll pay for your flights at the hotel." "Finally, home. Good riddance to America, but I would come back again, mostly to support you. Good game Agustin." "Hell yeah it was, that was fun! Though I may have broken one of my personal records with goals scored in a scrimmage match." I joked.

Hell yeah! This is awesome!

So, why not talk about this? Hi VHL! This is another thing to talk about that boosts my player's profile and the chances of me getting drafted higher hopefully! So Martinez is sitting at around 150 TPE, maybe getting closer to 160, which means I'm really close to the 200 TPE Scorer build that I was hoping to achieve. What does this mean to the average person, someone may ask the chat? Nothing, just means that Martinez is getting better. Same for GMs, but also! I'm doing a lot to get him to be at the level where I can be comfortable saying that I'm in this for at least a long run! I want to get to the hall of fame, but before I can get there, I have to go forward (pun intended) with my efforts and I'm ready to destroy everyone in my path and have no competition! (/j I promise) Anyways, I hope this has been a nice little silly read!

1. "Hey, this is like the basketball league you're a part of. You wanna join it for me? I'll help you through everything." 2. Try to copy other players! There's nothing wring with it! At the very least, base off your build off of other players! 3. Because they were the best GM in the VHL's minor league or something! Ask 3: 1. What did you do for the holidays? 2. Do you think the VHL has made a positive impact? I noticed that there are yearly charity drives, so I want to know about opinions on an individual level! 3. Do you consider graphics more or less hard than articles? Why, if you know why you consider them that?

I think I'm eligible for this! +10, Agustin Martinez (RW)

Nope, you don't get to live down your SBA Career old man /j I think having some level of interactive things and storytelling helps a league out tremendously!

Hell yeah thank you!! : D

In any sim league!

1. All roles seem really important, but goalies and defensive players seem to be the most important! That's what stops goals 2. I didn't follow any of that! 3. I was looking forward to hanging out with my girlfriend, which we did! A3: 1. Favorite VHL accomplishment, and why? 2. What helps and hurts a user's involvement in sim leagues? 3. How hard is it to pick out gifts that you think or know your family will like?

12-22-S96 As the holiday season rolled around, and so did the New Year. I would be spending this one alone after getting used to all my friends and family being around to support me. That was a kind of depressing reality, wasn’t it? I sighed and grabbed a piece of paper. Flipping it over, and it was that one drawing from my friend. He wasn’t the best at traditional art, being more of a digital artist, but it was cute regardless. The last gift I’d gotten about a year ago. I was cold, the weather was already extremely cold, something I was barely used to. I didn’t have much to do nor say and I just wanted to get out of this fucking house. Suddenly, though, my phone started ringing, and a familiar voice appeared over the phone as I put it to my ear. “Hoy, anong meron? Parang ang gulo mo sa bawat interview mo. Hopefully school isn't too difficult [laughter]. Anyways, may bukas na ticket papuntang America so I think we can make it for New Years, but not Christmas. Paumanhin, ngunit pinakamahusay sa iyo. Also before we go, get your anger issues fixed man! It wasn’t fun having all our mirrors broken!" “Get over yourself damnit, it’s not anger issues. It’s just sensory overload stuff or something, whatever the doctor said.” I clapped back, a grin on my face. “Hey, wait, weren’t you the one who broke a wall because a girl rejected you?” “Girl? What girl? The only girl I’ve ever talked to is my mother!” Despite the obvious facts that I remembered from this guy, who’d been rejected by some foreign girl who just came to the country for a few days or something, he seemed to be adamantly denying it. Both of them were 14, one very much head over heels and the other barely understanding what he was saying. “Don’t you have hockey stuff to get back to anyways, A?” Ah yes, he kept up this tradition of calling everyone their first initial. Something about getting in trouble for harassing me because his parents still viewed me as someone like his sister, and two of his friends of his had the letter A to start their name, me and Alex. He was also technically a foreigner, but his parents moved here when he was 18 months old or something like that he told us. I grinned. “Don’t you have a little sister to catch up on?” The both of us laughed at our little inside jokes before we hung up, a satisfying end to the conversation or something like that. Oh, right. I did have hockey stuff to do. Not for the VHL, but someone in the agency asked for me to be in a hockey stadium by 9PM tonight. I wonder what that was about. I’d signed with them last week because I got scared of not having someone be my agent, but their pay barely helped since I was mostly getting CAD $75-80 for most of the commercial gigs I was a part of, but they did give me $100,000 to help me on my transition journey. Now if only that appointment could be scheduled… I made my way to the arena, heavy duty coat on and whatnot. I found the guy who was waiting for me. He was apparently a coach in a basketball league or something like that. “Hello Agustin. I’m Sam, the person who signed you over the phone. I already told you the contract details, but let’s recap: 10% of your salary belongs to us in exchange for us paying for a large portion of your medical bills, especially if you enter the United States, which I hear you might be going to soon.” Sam said with a smile. I nodded along, the contract stuff was boring. He already paid me, I checked my account that he helped me set up. “Now, though, since you actually showed up, why don’t we play in a 1v1? I heard you were amazing in the Philippines at field hockey and this is basically your first experience with ice hockey. Let’s get those skills back. I’ll let you choose what side you want to be on, and I’ll go to the other. And no, don’t worry, I made sure we had access. No one else, just you and me, and we have full access.

So Agustin is sitting at 136 TPE, which isn't that far from 150. It probably will take him until S98 but he'll be past 300 TPE in no time. It's kinda nice to see the guy I made being praised by some people since I saw that in some posts. People are talking about him being talented and whatnot and it's just kinda cool to see. Someone who you put effort into making great is, well, being looked at as most likely going to be great. Sure, I have competition with higher TPE users like CJ Daniels and whatnot, but at the same time, it's like I'm up there, if that makes sense!

Woo !!!

Waow !

Agustin grabbed his wrist, staring at the floor, as he walked towards the airport once more counting the tiles from the crosswalk. It wasn’t that long since the last time he was here, and it wouldn’t be the last time he’d be at the airport, at least he was realistic with himself. He stared at the floor, the only words that spun around in his mind were depressing. He sighed, looking back up at the airport. Yay, he’d been drafted, What else was he supposed to say? There’s no excitement in a world that’s been heavily grayed. Minus the occasional colors here and there, there wasn’t much to be excited about. The last few weeks had been really rough on him, though doing very little reflection on why exactly he felt the need to hate everything. Well, he knew why; he wasn’t getting what he wanted. Not getting what he wanted made him sound more like a spoiled child rather than a person who could live on their own though. It was something that he didn’t want to think about or something along those lines. He knew exactly why he’d be feeling super unhappy with himself, yet he didn’t want to confront it. Something was telling him that it’s a multitude of reasons; being trans and not being seen as what he identified as by people around him was one thing, the fact that he didn’t have a very good upbringing, the fact that he was a teenager that thought he was right with every situation, and he wasn’t the best at controlling his emotions because he wasn’t in the best situation mentally when he came over to the Americas. America was very scary; not just the United States, but the entirety of America. It was larger than the Philippines and every person he met, it was like there was a wall between him and them that prevented him from talking to them. #-# The money Saskatoon had given me for that season should be able to keep me afloat for just long enough to make it in Mexico City. That was the way I was going to handle this. It might be enough to at least get me to live alone. I don’t know what the legal age of buying a home or renting one is, though. I never looked it up. With my own apartment, I’d have privacy instead of having to deal with someone screaming at me to stop breaking everything. They were never able to get it, so why do they have to ruin the things that I do? Whatever. The window seat was nice, watching the clouds pass by and sleeping on the plane was… peaceful enough for a single stop in the flight. It was about 12 hours total to get from Canada to Mexico. That’s all I could really say about my flight honestly, it wasn’t anything special. Not like it’d have to be something special anyways. Once the plane landed, I heard clapping from people in the other rows. What the hell. Why was everything so noisy all of a sudden, the plane just landed. It’s not like someone just said something inspirational. Screw this, I hate these people. It doesn’t matter who they are or who they think they are, even. I can’t believe them. It was way too cramped in here for people to start clapping, and with how loud the clapping was, I think I was more than right. At least I had headphones in, that dulled the noise down at least a little bit. I stared into the airplane screen as it faded to black. I wanted to hit it. Fuck this plane and fuck these people. The plane touched down and I immediately grabbed my shit. Well, more, it was passed to me and I just put it on my back again. I asked the person who’d been sitting next to me if they could get it; “Sure, here.” Something about the way people acted started pissing me off now. THey were so obnoxious and annoying. People began deboarding the plane, and most went to the baggage claim. I skipped that part, I didn’t have much to bring so I didn’t pack as much. Most of the stuff in here was tech stuff that he could use to contact family and people who he just needed to be in contact with.

Martinez Mentioned! Let's go!