With sis and Dordor
Hi girls. I went to a church just now. Still miss Mexico and feeling sad. Now eating bread and chicken in a park.
I am staying with a couchsurfer now. He’s a hippie, kind of. He lives on the dole and works a bit as a gardener. He has a certificate in (spiritual) rebirthing. He keeps talking about his path to achieving spirituality.
I am a quarter hippie who is a Christian. Or maybe less than a quarter.
Just rubbish from a sad dude sitting on a bench with coffee from 7-11 and bread and chicken from a supermart.
I stepped on spit just now. That’s self-administered racism.