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xp_daytripperOkay, so Homily's house ain't exactly a prison, but I can't help but feel good to be out. Could be because I'm in Brighton, staying in that Aussie-themed backpacker pub with the rest of them, and we have clubbing tonight, and Angelo and I are talking again.
Something about being home that helps you ground yourself. Brighton ain't home, but it's the closest I got. Me time here weren't all perfect - living on the streets ain't like they make it out in the movies, it's cold and filth and people taking advantage in a hundred different ways - but people know me here, and are glad to see me. Though if one more person says I'm too thin, I'll give them a clip round the ear.
Okay, taking Clarice with me when I get me nose re-pierced. Its healed up enough now, and I miss having it. Catch you lot later, probably tomorrow.
Something about being home that helps you ground yourself. Brighton ain't home, but it's the closest I got. Me time here weren't all perfect - living on the streets ain't like they make it out in the movies, it's cold and filth and people taking advantage in a hundred different ways - but people know me here, and are glad to see me. Though if one more person says I'm too thin, I'll give them a clip round the ear.
Okay, taking Clarice with me when I get me nose re-pierced. Its healed up enough now, and I miss having it. Catch you lot later, probably tomorrow.
