April, 2018

Outing #49: A roomful of lunatics

That’s who I had lunch with again, and that parrot is starting to smell pretty bad now. I’ll vomit in my mouth if I think about our interaction for the day much more. Parrot is *bad* now.

Outing #48: And another

I grow attached to a dead parrot that’s slowly decomposing, a cleaning of Junction 142 of junkie filth, no visit to the rainfirest in over two weeks now and an ever expanding collection of attractive female friends sees me finally not so nervous talking to beautiful women which was all I ever really needed to do to begin with,

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