Maybe I'm just me that reading this blog, but I like it...is like go to psychologist and talk about every thinks without any problems, no fear someones hear my secrets, so, good therapy for my lonelyness (maybe not).
I went to San Francisco this september and I meet a lot of good persons, great experience, really. I take a lot of posters, bags (so, bag, just one), shoes, chinese food, greyhound, marijuana (don't worry mom, I have the medical prescription!) postcard, death-metal t-shirt, pirate accessories, beers, tofu salad, what I forget?
Ok, if someone want some other information, please write me (there isn't nothing out of there, I know, but maybe some Venusian or alpha centauri alien read this blog).
The shop: really bad, but I don't mind, tomorrow will be the last day and I'll go in a small island to sell poems inspired to Prodigy songs to tourist, so a new life wait me!
option a: you believe this and never come back.
option b: tomorrow you'll return to this blog and if is already exists, say fuck you and give me a balls kick.
I hope in the first...
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