Contemplating the end to which I've come. This was just supposed to be a holiday, a trip away from the grey, drizzling headache I always got in the concrete walks and traps of that one place I lived in.
It was supposed to be mainly sunshine. Not a foot deep in shit in a ditch on the side of a road, avoiding the golightlies driving by with guns sticking out of half wound down windows. I haven't got my Toswanian pistol any more, so I can't shoot them. That pisses me off. So I'll just sit here a bit, and hope it doesn't get any colder tonight, it can't get wetter.
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