I just got back home. It feels good to rest my feet. I haven’t been home for a month or so. I have been traveling up and down California and Nevada. To end my trip I stopped by Las Vegas and boy did the place greet me with open arms. I will be going back for my birthday that is if the Peace Corps doesn’t get to me first. Traveling south on interstate 15 I wrote:

Initially I became a sad boy. Started my life kicking the ribs out of a women from inside of her. That women is my mom, or mum had I been born in Britain. Either way I was raised accordingly. Social equivalent of a hermit, I now sit and bask in the glorious desert. What is to become of me I wonder? I will let you in on a secret to my life; I will always wonder. Lost or found, trapped or set free, I will constantly be thinking of a way out. Thus, my symbolic entrance into the unknown.  

Goodbye forever and always..