05-25-2013, 03:49 AM
To me he is Jacky, he lets the rest of the world call him Jackie. We're deep like that.
Just because you haven't moved that creepy butt of yours further than a few backpacking trips earlier on in a time when dark shapes were just that in your eyes, doesn't mean that one can not put up roots on their travels. Far from it. What is even better is that due to the business one was in, most of those travels took me to places far away from that filthy and foul backpackers crowd. You know, a Ritz Carlton here, a Shangri La there. So my roots are somewhat 5 star one could say.
Hence my brother being in Bali. It's like our second home. But sadly it is going down I must say.
It is those shadows giving you their intellectual input, is it not? Or else it is somewhat hard to explain calling my Elle a raghead. A curious South African mix of various cultures perhaps, but raghead? And why this sudden fixation regarding the taxman? I have left my good old Sauerbraten and Dumplings when I was 21. Not only is that a rather long run but even more so, at 21 the taxman didn't give a fuck about me. Unfortunately so, I agree, but that is the God's honest truth. I arrived in Hong Kong with a suit case (NOT backpack!!) and a few thousand dollars in my pocket. That was it.
But no, no roots here, just plain cash to dig a hole somewhere to set up our next roots. And hopefully no oblivious English man with a backpack will walk by and take a dump in it. They are known for such you know.
Now, is it only your own shadow talking to you or is it also others? You know what they say, don't listen to strangers!!
Just because you haven't moved that creepy butt of yours further than a few backpacking trips earlier on in a time when dark shapes were just that in your eyes, doesn't mean that one can not put up roots on their travels. Far from it. What is even better is that due to the business one was in, most of those travels took me to places far away from that filthy and foul backpackers crowd. You know, a Ritz Carlton here, a Shangri La there. So my roots are somewhat 5 star one could say.
Hence my brother being in Bali. It's like our second home. But sadly it is going down I must say.
It is those shadows giving you their intellectual input, is it not? Or else it is somewhat hard to explain calling my Elle a raghead. A curious South African mix of various cultures perhaps, but raghead? And why this sudden fixation regarding the taxman? I have left my good old Sauerbraten and Dumplings when I was 21. Not only is that a rather long run but even more so, at 21 the taxman didn't give a fuck about me. Unfortunately so, I agree, but that is the God's honest truth. I arrived in Hong Kong with a suit case (NOT backpack!!) and a few thousand dollars in my pocket. That was it.
But no, no roots here, just plain cash to dig a hole somewhere to set up our next roots. And hopefully no oblivious English man with a backpack will walk by and take a dump in it. They are known for such you know.
Now, is it only your own shadow talking to you or is it also others? You know what they say, don't listen to strangers!!