I stepped off the train at the end of summer, feeling the dry wind. It had been two years since I returned to my hometown. But I only got off at the nearest station, and it was a 15-minute drive from there. There was only one bus every hour. Since I couldn't walk, I called my ex-boyfriend, who came to pick me up. We reminisced about old times and had sex as a thank you when we arrived home. We took a bath together because we were sweaty and said goodbye. I drank canned beer with canned food as a snack and got drunk on my lazy self. When I casually looked at my phone, I discovered a slightly erotic video and became horny, so I indulged in masturbation. I spent some vulgar and free time and fell asleep. The next morning, I went for a walk by the sea and wandered around for three hours. Finally, I met my ex-boyfriend yesterday on my way back home. We had sex again. After that, I drank, masturbated, and fell asleep like a rerun. I had two sex sessions, two masturbation sessions, and eight cans of beer. What I brought back was a set of 24 colored pencils in front of my room. I'll draw a picture when I go back to Tokyo.