Bad net cafe bad bad

Problems with the net cafe have made it difficult to get the proper spacing for the lines of my pieces. I’ll be back home tomorrow so it’ll be done then. Sorry y’all

Lost exhaustion

After the dinner I got some glimpses of some things that reminded me of stuff. Whilst I have changed in some ways I’m still very much the same person at my core that I’ve always been. I still have a disinterest in the world around me, I have no career goals and I’m a big time procrastinater. The woman I’m heavily interested in is not much of a drinker, a career woman whose done Uni and works pretty damn hard.

For a while yesterday and today I doubted whether Brisbane was for me or pursuing the lady was a good idea. You know I don’t see any problem with trying, but I do see a problem with the dismissive way I can view things.

Promises promises

I’ll be adding 3 maybe 4 pieces tomorrow. The birthday thing and a couple others.

No filth

Flowers, a nice fancy dinner, great conversation and a great woman. Worth the wait and I’ll be seeing her orchestra play this Sunday.

You say tomato, we say fuck you.

I. Got. Naked. In the pub during a dance off for the trivia night. A couple of hours before hand I’d been recruiting people to join my team with limited success. I did have two guys wise enough to join me after promising them victory and all winnings going to the bar. We won! In the dance off I stripped to my jocks and socks thinking it’d be enough, then a guy starts break dancing and I’m worried we won’t get the points. Then YMCA comes on and I stripped. Danced around nude and did all the actions.

This was something I’d never done before and sure as shit not going to try again. I regret nothing I kept my word our team won (title was our teams name) and we spent all the winnings at the bar. Glorious!

A Dream I Have

Smiles
at the history I’ve made here
I’d like to make more

My Shit’s Fucked Up

Holy christ! I’m hungover as all hell, last night was happy hour at the LA 2.50 basic spirits, back at the hostel pub after downing 10 of the bastard scotch and cokes, I broke my phone, lost 20 bucks and grabbed a strippers tits. I aimed to misbehave and misbehave I did. Got a new phone, a cheap piece of shit and it better work.

Writing is going well, finished 2 pieces. Read alot of comics and I’m digging the Parker novel.

Life’s good.

Hang up on the hang low

Day three and now contact is made I feel I can relax. I’ve got the final Parker novel and my plan to finish 100 Bullets is going damn good. Now its time to do some reading, writing and have some bad ayass adventures, just not around heavy machinery

Small Time Shot Away

Day two of the current trip and its been fun. Yesterday I had little sleep, coffee and a boring flight so I spent most of it in a grumpy haze. I cheered up after getting some comics and seeing some friends from my last trip. Tiredness, too much booze and some weed knocked me out early and I went to bed at 8, slept for 12 hours and missed the karaoke night. I’m not too bothered, Casablanca’s is right around the corner.

One thing I remember from my last trips in Bane is that it can sometimes feel like 24, but without nay bad shit happening. Some days can be jam packed. Not necessarily with major events, but I’m motivated to keep busy and make sure I spend my time wisely.

A short span of time is usually the longest.