Random Scrap:

So when do the stories end and where they begin? The plane was full of rugby players heading for a game in London. My hand luggage was full to its capacity and with the hold holding everything that I did not pack into boxes and shipped to Poland. The lady at the post office in the morning insisted the the weight could not exceed an allowed limit. We flew above the desert and plaines only to enter the Atlantic ocean. I did not remember the movies played nor do I remember the book I read. I had boxes full of memories waiting to be processed and made the sense of. And a bank account full of debt waiting to be cleared. Just maybe in one year, when I get a job job, live like a monk and pay everything off in a year or two. But first a trip to Berlin and then Amsterdam with Tommy. And Kevin was going to visit as well. And even some day so will Akira. What I was going to do next I had no idea but it was probably nothing nowhere close to what I had planned for myself. Or maybe was it?

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