The Tramp needs a Lady.

I'm like a stray cat catching every little scrap people can share, like a bummy cat I what is given to me. The lack of financial control is driving partially insane...

Skating through a void of what once was Freo, the town I've fallen in love with, I feel a cold draft driving through the boulevard. I learned alot while doing some hardcore practice, the answers just keep coming to me. Thirst for the knowledge of everything.

"Oh, could I borrow that for a sec? No, I'll just fall and break me neck..." a drunken woman falls past my step and smiles as she greets me. I feel very safe when walking the streets at night, I know things about this place, things not even the Abbos know. All the names of all the streets I've passed are stored in my mind like the scripture on a rock, I know the people and they have just started to know me. The jigsaws just keep falling into my huge void of confusion.

By the day now, I feel myself growing in rapid motion, both physically and mentally. I feel so strong and brave when passing stranger after stranger, the knowledge of my power is all I need.

But it scares me sometimes, the place that I'm evolving or is it just forgotten facts that has come to light? I wonder as I create the most brilliant things I've ever thought of. The solutions hover in the air as I grab for the truth, in a one man's land I'll learned how to take a punch.

And the girl, always, constantly on my mind and I need to find her. But it will take time, something I have fucking heaps of.