this is why I came. it’s not even been a week and it’s been a month’s worth of stories. some good, some bad, and the fact that I don’t have internet access at the house is probably a good thing, or I might. just. go. in-fucking-sane. there’s been cricket and thursdays like the one you see above. there’s been walks and thoughts and escapes and sausages.
I might stay here for a bit. I might not.
I might go to Europe to see friends. I might not.
I could go back.
I just don’t know.
and that’s the most exciting and frightening thing you can ever feel.
besides not being in control.
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I walk down to this pub with my notebook wondering what’s in store.
June 22, 2009
