His father was a drinker and his mother cried in bed. (17/09/2007)

So its still winter-esque. I think I'm almost ready for the sun to come back.

I was at eastland, but i parked way down underground in this parking area that i dont think anyone knows even exists.

And to my left, between the new freeway and Eastland was this little forest area.



























I kept going until i couldnt see anymore and then i started thinking about man rape and decided it was probably time to leave. But i took a photo with flash to make sure i wasnt being tailed by goblins or something.


I found these on the ground and now they are in my car. I hope they arent evidence in a murder case.











Then i hung out with some ducks. I spent the whole day not talking to anyone. I'm not sure if thats good or bad.























Then i went home.