Hobo Confessions #6: Thou shalt not detox

January 29th -

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Sean and I pack up camp, and he gives me a ride into town. Tells me about pirate spiders. We have coffee and go our separate ways. Then James picks me up and I'm stoned almost instantly. Dude is high energy, and legit. We talk about the corrupt government. Smoke a blunt. Briefly meet a Puerto Rican hostel owner before I take the room. Shower is Magic. Smash some food. Feeling great. Tampa loves Juice.

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Watched Deadpool, and Black Mirrors. Crazy show. Coolest peeps.

Sean is a spider scientist. He showed me his latest article, about the pirate spiders. Pirate spiders eat other spiders, luring them by picking on the strands of their web to simulate the vibrations of something that had been caught, or a potential mate. They wander over to investigate, at which point they get wrecked. Can you imagine; you're sitting in your living room. You hear your significant other call to you from the bedroom, "hey sugar, come give me some." You leap off the couch, genitalia ready to go. The second you enter the bedroom, WHAM! You get dragged away screaming by an ugly guy who sounds like your wife while your bodily fluids are ingested. Nature is brutal. This is the risk we take every time we answer the door for food delivery though.

The sense of relief was astonishing. First shower, first actual toilet, first time with lights in days. I like simplistic, but that can never take away the charm of instant lights and comfortable pooping.

James offered me a dirt cheap price for a cozy private room in his hood bungalow. The only picture I got was of a majestic tree in the back yard.

Plenty of trees going around, though. A few days in the woods will really bring your tolerance down. Not 15 seconds after he picked me up from the Starbucks down the street, he handed me a wax pen, "you smoke?" Southern hospitality is real.

I got this thing, you see. I got it from a quote that I can't remember. I believe that every city has its own personality. That's why some people get along better in certain cities. You make friends in a city, but you also make friends with the city. Its every bit as finicky as human to human interaction. Stay somewhere long enough, you can get a feel for its quirks, and whether or not the relationship will last.

Tampa and I, we love each other.

She's a sunny babe with strong emotions. Fair weather will see you're treated fairly. Look out for those rainy days. She loves you all the same though. I kissed her air while deeply appreciating the warm and soft bed.

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