travel
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Can’t do it. Simply taking a shower is like being stoned and using your friend’s new car to go to Taco Bell at 2am. I’ve realized something about myself, or maybe I’m just being witty in the moment: It’s not that I’ve never known how to read the room; I’ve just insisted they read me
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I’ve said it in so many days, and I’ll say it again… I hate traveling. Not the journey’s physical movement from place to place, or the exploration of new, interesting locales, but the overnights. Beds, kitchens, living areas; all places where I can’t relax when it belongs to others. I feel like I’m being watched
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Wanna follow my YouTube friends on an adventure? My brain says yes but my body wouldn’t make it. Maybe in the next life.
The Gonzo Wolf 