i moved.

changed locations.

became independent.

coming closer to being broke.

recovering from my hangover and general disintegration of lungs...

but in all i love it.

it's like entering a world where everything matters.

every movement, every conversation, every stitch of carpet and every cigarette smoked...

there's still alot to be accomplished and i don't even know where to begin with describing the details of the last four days.

but it's been good.

i'm on a new track...

but i miss you, Damien.

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