Dear Chris Pratt,
New campground, same hobo.
I addition of WiFi and the declination of a nosy maintenance man in a golf cart is 💯 in my book. Also, stealthing next to the nicest Texans ever really helps. I accomplished a lot on my day off; first drive thru liquor purchase, found pants that fit at TJ Max, attempted a mind opening conversation with my father (unfortunately all he wanted to talk about was himself and all the thing about himself he’s told me short of a million times thus far) …but attempted none the less. It ceases to amaze me, here I am living out of the back of a truck in freezing Kentucky, and all he can talk about is how he does the same shit everyday. He added that I don’t have to settle for a serving gig, companies are so desperate right now they’ll hire anyone, even girls with tattoos! I really hope to never get old like that.
One of the campers last night said ‘I have 3 daughters, if you were one of thyme I’d be worried sick about you every night.’
My parents would say they worry about me like crazy to other people, but I can tell you they honestly don’t show it.