The Vague Rants of Vagrant

26 years. 26 goddamn years I've spent winter at home in Tassie.

The one goddamn year I'm gone and snow is fucking everywhere!

Streets are closed, schools are closed, people are having fucking snowball fights and building snowmen and flooding facebook with frankly gorgeous pictures of my home in a way I'll probably never get to see first hand.

Fuck this shit.

Damn son, that's harsh. Where were you when I was 19 and struggling to keep it together?

The sites and the sights are nice, the people are awful. The worst place I and my travel partner have been to, I actively recommend not going to Egypt. It's not worth the hassles you get constantly, every moment of every day because you're not Egyptian and thus obviously shit money.

Fuck this place. Childhood dreams of Egypt utterly crushed. There's no romance or mystique or joy in going to the amazing temples, just this dread knowledge that you will be hassled every single step of ...

But seriously, try not to be too sad that you can't spend this special day with your beloved Vagrant-kun.

I am with you always, in your hearts.
But not really because hahaha fuck you I'm living it up in Thailand.

So I went dancing at a Thai ladyboy nightclub tonight, because I am the one wingman to rule them all. I spent 4 the late night dancing so energetically that I was actually dripping sweat all over the floor. And at the two hour mark horror set in. I did a low dance move and my pants tore from inner crotch to rear. While being commando.

In such a scenario of adversity many men would fold, but not I, your faithful wandering homeless bum. I kept dancing for 2 more hours, risking time ...