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The drink that Che fought for is creeping up on me. I don't really want to go home, but I miss the fuck out of some people. I can't watch people kiss and I can't watch people playing with their dogs. From the back of a daihatsu, I saw stars like spilt salt. It was fun, and here's some proof.
My cousin Giannis and I being lame, and my cousin Anthony confirming so with his look.
It's idealistic, but I'd like to do a sort of habitats for humanity here in the winter. To me, it seems win-win. I get to come back and watch some live action whale porn, drink cheap drinks, make the most of my dad's geometric house, and help the country that contributed heavily to the philosophy I was raised with. It seems like a good idea, I just hope that it transcends that tricky area between abstraction to actuality.
Best lines of this trip, that I can remember right now:
"I don't know what it is about dictators that gets my blood running.."
-my sister, in all seriousness, while watching a speech by Fidel Castro.
"ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT?!"
-Jairo and I, repeatedly.
My cousin Giannis and I being lame, and my cousin Anthony confirming so with his look.
It's idealistic, but I'd like to do a sort of habitats for humanity here in the winter. To me, it seems win-win. I get to come back and watch some live action whale porn, drink cheap drinks, make the most of my dad's geometric house, and help the country that contributed heavily to the philosophy I was raised with. It seems like a good idea, I just hope that it transcends that tricky area between abstraction to actuality.
Best lines of this trip, that I can remember right now:
"I don't know what it is about dictators that gets my blood running.."
-my sister, in all seriousness, while watching a speech by Fidel Castro.
"ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT?!"
-Jairo and I, repeatedly.