So I made it. I fucking made it.
We took a greyhound bus. It was hell.
Joce was very grumpy from not sleeping.
She called me a cunt then apologized fifteen minutes later. She has a temper.
We parted ways when we arrived in Nanaimo. I stayed. She moved on.
It was sad. Kind of.
Now I'm staying with my friend Chy. It was all good until her roommate put a lock on the door. Her name is Cris. Cris thought I would steal her stuff because I was native. Bitch.
I never understood why people could hate based off the colour of skin.
I stayed clear of her after that.
I don't have time to be caught up with racist people.
Chy is at work. I wonder when she'll be home.
I got a job as a painter. Like house painting. Hopefully I'm good at it. I start tomorrow.
I'm also renting a place with two other guys.
Rick and Jeremy.
They seem really nice.
I miss my family.
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AdventureLife is a bowl full of shit and then you die. Fan-fucking-tastic. Listen to me rant as I run half way across the country. $50 in my back pocket and a reckless sense of purpose.
