13.

“In all new beginnings, there dwells a magic force”

13; It sounds like a curse, an unlucky number, like a horror film, Friday, or the 13th Floor. Even in a game of mecca bingo it’s surely not gonna be the world’s greatest omen.

But to me right now, 13 is feeling great. I have 13 working days left before I hand notice in to the dead end job I’ve been working and praying hard to get out of for the past 3 years. Remortgaging millionaires mansions and desparately seeking Swahili people with no grasp of the English language in instant recession bliss never really was my idea of fun. But heh! We all have to bite ass somewhere along the line to get where we wanna go. I can’t complain, my wife Nicki and I have our tickets to Ryde, leaving to the city in the clouds La Paz on 26th September, before flying to Panama on the 14th November.

I have 13 days of work left before I say my final fuck you to the powers that be and and breathe a big sigh of relief, and sit like a big fat happy sloth with my arms and claws outstretched, ready to take on the world. Unlunky for some, but lucky for me

“The end is important in all things”

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