Caracas Freestyle

Wandered around Caracas all day, lost, content.  Talked, got harassed on the street – a lot. Got a place to stay. Thinking I’m going to Trinidad and Tobago, thinking I’m running out of time, spent too much of it here like three weeks what the fuck?
Woke with the sun, slept when it set. Actually sleeping; good, long sleeps. Was almost trampled on the Metro yesterday.
Have I even experienced anything as horrible?
The nice man feeds me empanadas for breakfast on the corner in Caracas; I was washing my face this morning recalling the voices of my teachers trying to convince me my life would be shit if I didn’t finish school. And laughing now.

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