The past week was a blur to me.
But the blur was like a happy kind of trip, the one that gets you high on the details of life.
Whoa that was deep and probably nonsense.

But yeah I rushed past the week with a certain love for express living.
Go places like there was no tomorrow.
Pack my bags, feel the heat, hear the noise and smile back at strangers.

How about a penis keychain for a souvenir?
Or a super hot transexual for entertainment?
Or dinner at the top of one of the most luxurious and beautiful places in the city?
Or flying business class with absolutely nothing in my wallet?

I'm so tired to come to a sound conclusion.
But yeah it's been a fun trip.