Face in the Sand

Hello. I've been back in Prague for the last two weeks as some of you know. This really is my second home and it becomes harder to leave every time. The happiest and saddest of memories are all here in one place.

I'll be heading back to fucking London to earn more fucking money very, very soon. Don't want to...
(Don't get me wrong, I think London's a fantastic town, just don't wanna beworking there that long.)

You know, looking at those last few 'blogs' I've done down there that say "Now I'm in London/Holland/Huntingdon/Prague/Purgatory", yadda, yadda - what the fuck??! Is it just good enough for me to say "Hey, I'm in Arse-end Upon Tit, sweet.." and be done with it? Obviously, yes. All the shit that has gone on in this last year and that's all I've got to say about it. All the wonderful people I've met who may or may not be reading this drivel - what do I have to say about them? Nothing. Do I call them or write them? Hardly.
Do I call my fucking parents half as often as any son should??? I think about these things often, but I don't do anything.
I don't deserve to have met half the people that I have. I'm so glad I have, god yes, but I don't deserve their friendship. I really don't. It doesn't take much. Particularly the dozen or so individulas who I would rate as very close to me - people you love. I know they would never not be there for me but ..shit, forgotten.what I was saying. sorry.

I kind of feel like a shark who can't move forward. And if shark can't move forward, shark drowns.

I have decided to call this overseas jaunt quits a bit sooner than expected. I'll be coming home early next year - not before having at least seen Jane's Addiction, Italy, Muse and Greece. (Not specifically in that order of course..) There's still a hell of a lot for me to do yet I tells ya.