I'm not even really sure where to begin. I"m studying away in another land. An enchanted land, some even say. Scotland is full of myths and legends, tartan overalls and booties and... what.... ok nevermind. The fantasy is endless! But every morning everyone gets grounded and wakes up and goes to church and whatever. How do Scots really live? What kind of strange system is this? Tonight, walking home from eating Nepalese food and a cheeky smoke Davide and I encountered a man no more than twenty, stumbling into the street and vomiting inexhaustibly. "Your'ite mate?" We crossed Forest Rd. at the same time, and I thought enough to "usher" this young chap to the center median, where he knealt and centered himself.
"Just don't go out into the street" I told him.
He nodded in agreement.
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huiseini
