Memoirs from November 2009
Earlier in the day, a homeless man had called me an 'asshole' for not wanting to buy one of his newspapers. This was to be my penance.
On Sunday I walked to a tailor for a fitting. On the way, I past a man, hiding in a bush, preaching at the top of his lungs.
Someone somewhere in the world just made a delicious chili and I can't stop thinking about it. #mmm
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Currently, I'm reorganising my stamp collection while listening to Kansas – Dust in the Wind