I'd planned on posting a bullet point review on 2011 but decided against it after reading it and seeing it was a bunch of hot garbage. Instead I'll just ramble and hopefully touch on some of the highlights. Ah, the beauty of having a hand full of readers.
I'll start with the setting. It's hot as fuck in Australia. My A/C is broke, I'm listening to a playlist I made for a new friend, my bag of tobacco and a cheap box wine at my side. Living the dream.
I try not to lie. Australia isn't my favorite country. It's too much like America only more primal. Sometimes for the better but mainly for the worst. But you don't learn and grow in the garden of Eden.
I've been here almost a year and have seen some amazing things. Met amazing people and laughed until I threw up. But I can't seem to translate those experiences onto paper. Hopefully I'll tell the stories someday or just be content with what they've made me into. Does that sound pretentious?
I got writer's block so I rolled a cigarette, sprayed the anthill in my bathroom and went outside for a walk and a smoke.
Ray Lamontage came up on the ipod and I thought of a friend back home in the throws of addiction. He's finally back home at his parents house. The sun set to Wilco's Ashes of American Flag. I watched it wearing only shorts and felling the hot sand between my naked toes.
I'm content with my playlist.