The Avarage Mau.

The amazing streets of Fremantle thrills me every night, and stoned as fuck it carries me like nothing else. There's a certain mood that dazzles my eye when the girls are all wearing their smiles, happiness comes to mind.

Sometimes I just watch the sunlight coming of anything, like a container or a red brick wall and just go: Fuck, I'm really far from home... Watching seaweed dancing on the ocean beach or toking a cone on a crowded street, it all seems so exotic compared to my past life. Nothing reminds me of home, and that is probably the best thing about it.

There is no real connection with the local scene, I need to be on my own and follow my own words. The constant leading of my companion has left me weak and dependant. I need to trust myself, to just grab a hold of my emotions and walk my own path.

I work really hard, you know. I work my ass off every day. I really want to do a good job when at work, at work, work is all that matters. There's people who don't understand the logic of good and hard work, the energy and sense of accomplishment you get from ripping your arms and muscles to shit and bending your back beyond recognition. The logic of losing time and winning money, let the days pass, let the payrolls merge and let the struggle of everyday life lead me to the valley of succes.