Ive got a pimple on my forehead. A new layer of fat right above my waist. And my pubic hair has been falling in unnaturally large quantities.
A months done here. The city has been kind to me. Its quite charming, really. Once you get used to its innate need for constant movement.

A month of complete abstinence. No alcohol. No nicotine. No sex. I feel like a strange covering of selfishness has set in. Comfortable and protective.

The people who like the bomb are back. Forcing the rest of us to view their display of stupidity.

And all I can do is complain.