12. Box doesn't count as a roof over my head
August 15th 2006 There are slugs crawling on my sleeping bag early in the morning in Den Haag and I pull some kind of bugs out of my hair. This sleep in the woods is no different from any of the other dozen or so times through England and Wales. On this day I decide to make the trip to Lelystad and attempt to find a relative on my other side of the family. This is pending that I actually spend the money and t
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