Behind enemy lines

[guohua]

Day 3.

My journal of survival.

I was approached today by someone wanting a cigarette and they weren't wearing a mask.

I was so upset that I had to spend the rest of the day knocking down a statue of St. Patrick because the guy who accosted me had red hair and was a Ginger and probably Irish.

I am so upset right now that I need to demand that the government make me a nice cup of cocoa with some peppermint schnapps in it.

This is life on the edge.

It's raw, gutsy, and unhinged.

It is all that   and we are still trying to scrap together two dollars for your Bail Money if you need it.