i lived on the benches of a coffee shop, ran my own "botanical business" and still didn't have an ID or bank account.
but what even some of my closest friends never knew is that i kept a
diary captain's log inside a secret hard-covered red book. it's where i documented everything in form of oddly coded sentences and various double-meaning doodles. it was in case of prison, death, or super powers.
it's where i planned my silent escape from parties, coffee shops and the silicon valley.
and i've just recently rediscovered that book. it is, dare i say, a
trip. HAHRAHRHSRAHAHRAHRA ha.
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