stiches for snitches.

2 more days and i leave my footprint behind, ill have marked most people here, or at least most of the people that ive stayed with, if there was ever a place that felt more like home than my own bedroom.. this place is it, no one cares about how you look, your bad habits, infact alot of them are encouraged, eating trash for example, theres nothing i like more than to reuse peoples waste especially if it means i get a huge meal from it for free.

where im living in ireland theres not many places one can go dumpster food, infact its pretty tough, ive a few places on my list to check now that i think of them, the smaller shops in housing estates usually have a wall and the dumpster is behind it. sounds like fun no? :P

lyin here in this sleeping bag on richies bed, hes gone to berlin to study a bit of farming, i didnt even get to say goodbye to the chap, completely diffrent from when he was growin gup, he used to be a complete drunk punk, dont get me wrong theres nopthing wrong with that, just alot of the time it leads down the road to disaster.. now hes completely eco minded and trying to be as self sufficiant as possible. (then i came along and kinda fucked it up for him one night when i got into a mess and convinced him to)

every night ive been here ive been drinking, not the best of ideas but its so cheap here you can get wasted on 10 euro if you try.. now how can one turn down an offer like that?! im waking up without hangovers as well.. thats a bad sign now isnt it? or maby im just drinking some naturally brewed beer and havent realized it..

if i didnt have a big fuckin reason to go home id for sure live here, it dosent take much to move over and open a house, just find the history and a few other things and then crack that door. its more like family over here, im going to be sad leaving everyone, in my own way i care alot for them, alot of them id give up blood for in every sence of the word.

fuck me, its nearly 4pm. ive to go tattoo..

peace.