catharsis at the levy

Last night was a doosey. I got back from school and the internet cafe around 1030pm, after feeling as if the water down south was primed to break.

I looked over my provisions….

Each Cheeto seemed to understand the desired end of my inevitable trip to the toilet.

a river runs through it

it took a month, but i finally got those travelling runs. yeah, shit sucks. it started the morning after a freak, early summer rainstorm flooded the streets around the hotel. the irony was’t lost on me.

oh boy. sorry friends, got to get to the room for what promises to be a cathartic trip to the bathroom, with jumbo EZ crossword puzzles and Tolstoy.