I am here at the air port..killing time... actually not killing time... me and time have been on good terms the past four months...no... I am just hanging out with time once again.... waiting for my final departure from the old world....
I am glad to close this book... but i already have the itch... it wont sit still.... North America calls... Alaska, Toronto, Montreal, New York City.... Mexico... I cannot sit still... I don't even have the money but I want to hit that road....
I'll wait out the winter... raise the funds and then kick it down south..i know a few people down there... Maybe i'll have a friend on the road....
Look at me... writing this... I have not even got home... I am sittin in an airport, hanging with time... I love my life...
Adios for now....
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