Last night here at lovely Brackendene Lodge, tomorrow i am going to the Mokolody Game Reserve to have my fucking safari, finally, as a white tourist. Un cazzo di safari. E poi mi fanno fufolare col ghepardo. I can pet a cheetah.
I was trying to tell the story of my new friend from Zimbawe, but i can’t.
I am quite sad now, and I just want to see tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and take those tubes in a safe place, like my bedroom. A shelter, my shelter. Strange.
Hope i can have my last Black Label tomorrow night.
I feel a little bit wiser, at the end. But always, it is not enough. How can it be enough. Maybe is connected with the recent formation of a few white hair.
I can’t feel tired. I don’t care.
Love,
Let’s call it love.
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