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I had to go back to high school. Almost 40 years old, the rest of them 16-17. Going there by bus, I was considering my life, and realized that I didn’t need to be there

I had to go back to high school. Almost 40 years old, the rest of them 16-17. Going there by bus, I was considering my life, and realized that I didn’t need to be there at all. I left the building, but my class was right behind me. I got so scared by them seeing me, and questioning my leaving, that I put on skis and drove down the hill. I reached the ocean, and grabbed onto a lamp post to not fall down into the sea. The lamp post bent, and I was finally at the end of it, with no way out but falling. I thought it was 6-7 meters down, and lots of stones. Should this be the end? I woke up, and fell asleep again, with more dreams, until Pam woke me up at ten. We hit the town and had a sugar drink to start the day.

I had with pineapple, but lemon was great too.
Then we went to this placed owned by an old Japanese guy selling Brazilian breakfast.

For breakfast there was palm heart and onion in a fried kind of pancake, with tons of sauces.

Kombucha!

Pam is the best person in this world. Which among many other things means that she does not enjoy wasting her brain through spirits and going to clubs.

But luckily, I know Giselle, on the 14th floor.
A completely normal girl.
With a wonderful view of the 20-25 millions big city.
“Hey, should we have a pre party?”
“Meow, of course!”

Besides the cats (Freja and I forgot, but “Ji”), there was also a dog and a Chilean friend. They both spoke perfect English, and joked a lot.

Super-social dog. Came as a super-small pup from the streets.

The only problem is that she stole my hat 🙁

Shit, how do I get it back?
We went to a bar, and then to this club. Meeting Roger.
My thought was “gay Sikh playing Samba”, but they claim he is African.

You have to move your knees when it’s Samba!

I got face paint, and while crouching and feeling the fingers on my face, in the midst of all the people and all the music, I decided to keep this memory forever, since I felt so … happy.

Giselle also painted herself. “No filter” as they say.

Then we had a vegetarian something and took an Uber home. Both cats fell asleep on top of me.

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