As much as I bitch about biking uphill, I love riding my bike here. Today i rode over to a restaurant called the “A” Frame. It’s an “A” Frame, called the “A” Frame. I went there to meet my friend Peter because, he had moved since I was last here, and it’s difficult to give directions on this island to anything other than the village or ferry. It turns out he was living in a place that one of the dudes who took my course last year stayed at, and I had been there a couple times to play his roommate’s drums, and smoke weed. I got a lift back to Silva Bay from some broad I smoked half a joint with, then rode my bike back to David’s, and smoked weed, and talked to Holly for four and a half hours on Skype.

Earlier in the day I took a break from drawings, and took my bike down to the water and had a smoke. I sat in the sun for a bit, then juggled some nice round rocks I found, then I made an ashtray. The ashes all blew away, but the roach and mathsticks stayed put. Until I put the roach in my pocket.

Now its almost twenty after ten, and it’s time to do some drawings!