hobo days January 12th 1983 I’m getting things organised to leave. The kitchen is in its usual crappy state. Garbage is everywhere, dirty pots and pans on the table, plates with half eaten spaghetti on them, cold and solid.
I want breakfast before we leave, so I go and get six eggs and a loaf of bread. We are munching away when Julie and Edward come down.
"Bon jour, everybody."
"Bon jour, piss head."
"Bon jour," ... read more
Europe » France Although ultimately a victor in World Wars I and II, France suffered extensive losses in its empire, wealth, manpower, and rank as a dominant nation-state. Nevertheless, France today is one of the most modern countries in the world and is a leader am... ... read more
these entries were writen originally for my mother, who in her wisdom, convinced me at a young age to keep a diary, knowing that was the best way to keep track of my mis-behaviours.
she is a very sharp women and by convincing me to keep a diary she managed to put me in a position to be judge of my own behaiviour and at the same time got an inside look into her son's life as a bonus.
anyway anyone can read this. its for my close family members and friends, but if strangers can get anything out of it then they are welcome.
just one warning, im not going to powder over anything. ... full info