Who do you think you are, wearing that gingerbread house?
By this point, it has been a good little while. Making this place feel like home has been the expected challenge of any new living situation. People come and go. Passerbys are neighborly, but are generally only concerned with gossip or events that directly affect their well being. The personalities abound, meshing and clashing on the streets, some going as far as to insist their superiority to others outright. They pull no punches here in ElDorito - but isn't that what I was searching for in the first place?
Aren't we all just searching for the true, the honest, the genuine?
ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT ME
I CAN'T TAKE THE REJECTION
Must find friends... must find acceptance...
Aaaahhhh. That's it.
Fucking photobombed.
just lousy with loyalty
they all love me here...
Not about to confront my loneliness, I picked and ate some mushrooms from the tree stump patch and bee lined it for the docks.
If anything would heighten my spirits, it would be less than questionable attention from an older man.
Oh comforting consistency.
Remember that bad times,
are just times that are bad.
until the next
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