Just before I pass the pizzeria by the clock store, a shiny black van pulled over the narrow alley. A very young beggar kid with dirty and old clothes slowed down. Waited. Seemed like a perfect chance to earn a few coins from the people inside
I went to the hospital this afternoon. I had a hard time getting up. I actually woke up really early. Around seven or eight. We hung out in a friend's apartment the night before. I remember at some point we started shooting tequila. It was
All the paper work was done, the crazy rush was over, and I could now walk slowly. But I didn't. It could've rained any second. It's been misty and foggy all morning. Oh, how I miss the morning mist of these highlands! I looked to
P.S. Seems like it's turned into a routine now; I visit every post office in the neighborhood I reside. I sometimes find myself writing to more people than I actually have physical contacts with. Traveling long-term had another aspect that I would have never anticipated;