Keys, Money, Fags

I Made Myself Homeless, Simon

Litter On The Breeze

HALF THE WORLD IS GASH

Pass The Parcel

Heavy Metal Trick Or Treat

Terminal 84 Irby

Up the airy mountain

Down the rushy glen,

We dare n't go a-hunting,

For fear of little men;

Wee folk, good folk,

Trooping all together;

Green jacket, red cap,

And white owl's feather.

OOA2015 - COCHOWBA

 Ironically now that I’ve started I am already hearing horror stories of how bad it is and how hard it is to get a good job, I think its probably like that everywhere. Other than in social media. So yeah, I’ll give it time, in a few years maybe I can something. I’unno. Maybe I could be a private investigator.