It was too damn hot and I just couldn't relax. I took no close shots of the people and what they had made. I'm getting pretty burn't out of busting my ass for pennies.
Oh but here's a brilliant essay... a charming extra fine written work.
Sorry, I lied
I do admire and envy? all the good writers and and travellers and easy going people here. I'm not one of them? I struggle with that. Like I should be that.
My best work? Well I posted it a long time ago. How many fucking photos can I take? JFC. This area is crushing me into dust.
This feels like me. Except I can not write a lyric. He's sweaty, his hair is a mess. A scruffy t shirt? Anyway I can relate to it. We have the same birthdate but I'm one year older... Alain is on fire on guitar. It must be great to be able to live as an artist. Pay your bills. I've been trying my entire life without success.
"To be finished would be a relief "