camrogers | I'm trying to think of this as a training montage.

Cleaned out the last of the debris from my pack (loose hairbands and paracetamol, a bag of fish-oil pills, bike repair kit, pocket knife, bag of rubber bands, defunct cash card...)

Currently drinking Russian Caravan from the clay flask Jenny and I picked up from that medieval faire in Leipzig. Looking at my wall, covered in prints from Berlin, and the meter of black foamcore I've got keepsakes tacked to (Robert Johnson photograph, tickets to Peter Murphy and Alan Cumming, businesscard of a New York art scene pornographer, shot of the hall of mirrors in Dresden's castle/Turkisch kammer, tattoo care pamphlet from East Side Ink, postcard for a fellow couchsurfer's pop band, 3000 Icelandic kroner, WGT ticket, B&W publicity shot of Marek and his partner, tube map, flyer for Gutted...)

Doing the math. If I work three months I can pay rent and bills, blow $100 a week on food, cover all my debts and save somewhere between $3-5000. Not including any articles I sell. I think I can suck that up.