i give a couple hundred dollars to the orcas on charity night which is the night that isn’t so great because I don't get anything
i go to an orphanage in Kenya and it’s not fun
maybe because I have look them in the eyes or maybe because it's just not fun
my brother is really involved and I am not
he makes the few small dents that he can with the insufficient chisel that he was given he works tirelessly
and I just say “**** it” and I throw my chisel on the ground and instead pick up my laptop and watch netflix
moroccan women line the streets with chipped teeth and black gums
some with babies some with groceries
their backs disfigured and their skin corroded by the weight of responsibility and mom and I pass by them at 45 miles per hour
their stories are a blur a mere glimpse drowned amongst the picturesque landscapes
they are comfortably at bay i have a satisfying distance from their days
we take the high road across the Tichka Pass which is surrounded by overwhelming purple mountaintops
that have the power to separate two worlds that are indifferent to the meager tires of our jeep that amount to more than I ever will that I will never be able to appreciate enough
they taunt me with their greatness they soak me in their pride
but the pass is covered in ice so we will have to wait to go to the desert
and although I play a character that is flexible and understanding i am a little annoyed that our precious little itinerary is ruined