I don’t really want to be in South America. In fact, I have very little desire to be in South America at all. Nor do I have any real desire to “find myself”, for I already know where I am; in South America, where I don’t really want to be.
A dodgy young chap tried to rob and possibly rape me today, offering me a cigarette which was probably laced with something sinister. I politely declined and he pointed me to a good cafe. Perhaps I will offer him a cigarette tomorrow and see how he likes it.
Had the squirts.
Palm Trees in Purgatory 