On my walk in the woods today, I thought about making a film of my life, and call it, 12 years a stroke, in reference to 12 years a slave haha It’s got a similar theme, your limited in movements, the pay ain’t worth the hassel, and every days a struggle hehehehe

Not really gonna make a film, but I thought it was amusing on my walk 🙂

Nothing else to report really. Or maybe I can’t be bothered anymore, I just want it done, so I can be healed and get on with my life, with money in my pocket, and disapere in India with my girl, 2, birds, 2 cats (at least) and Flokie the dog 🙂

Peace out bitches hehe