This morning I woke up and for some reason depression hit me like Miley Cyrus leaping onto a wrecking ball.
then… I got the call…
I’m going to Israel!
Whoohoo!
Back packing solo baby. The Kibbutz denied me due to the chronic depression. So they wanted a motivational letter, a reference from my old boss, a CV and a letter from my parents. SO I was like, ‘oh fuck em’ and I wrote a motivational letter…
I’m going to rough it out. I will sleep in a gutter and contract tuberculosis if thats what needs to be done. I’m an artist. Its what Picasso did, rappers did it, its what Mick Jagger did. They all did it, they stuck to their guns.
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