Yesterday whilst I was in work. My seven year old Spaniard cousin ran upto me and started talking. In a way I was kind of delighted by this.Recently I had been considering doing some kind of English degree; I've always thought I'd enjoy it, what-with my incessant reading.
Yesterday however, it occured to me, that if I'm to leave home, I should move to Spain. My aunt lives there and I could get a job in a bar or for one of the travel companies.
This has nothing to do with my present Hemingway 'obsession,' as I would be a fucking Holiday Rep not helping guerilla fighters.
Although, I could see myself as a modern day Jack Kerouac, but rather than just limiting myself to the roads of America, I could travel the world, and be a sleazy, debauched douchebag.
Would be fun.
I'd imagine this blog, becoming some eJournal being updated from cyber-cafes in Hong Kong or Thailand as I'm accosted by 12 year-old lady boys offering me super-happy fun time deluxe.
Until I finally write a real-book on my travels and my life.
Oh dear.
I am feeling pretentious this morning.
Now I shall go, and do something worth-while and enjoy this wonderful winter monday morning.
I will update with something interesting later.
Buenas dias y adios.
-Michael
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