ELEVENEVELE 11:11

Life is what happens while you make plans to enjoy it. There are so many unique people on this earth, that something utterly fascinating is happening everywhere you look. This is by no means different when travelling. Actually it probably increases the chance of seeing some wild stuff exponentially.    The Irish traveller who was in town for one night (originally) was no exception.  I do have some pictures of this lad that I won't be posting, although this blog is mostly just for me these days (nobody has really read this since I went to Thailand), it's still on the internet and I'm about to tell a less-than-flattering story about the poor guy. Yes, he deserves some ridicule and yes, it's a hilarious story, but no, he doesn't deserve to have his personal information online in any capacity.  Here we go...  I was settling into my 4th or 5th night at the Hostel. This night (the hostel staff tried to do something "special" which cost extra money) was special. ...

  You put the word "death" in anything and people think you are being dramatic about shit. Don't get me wrong, it's plenty dramatic. I just don't understand how everyone else thinks it's not going to happen to them. It could happen in 50 years or tomorrow but it's going to happen. When you are surrounded by death and pain for 5ish years, you tend to get used to the topic.  Anyways the number one rule regarding my death, do not let anyone at Swigs pub and grill do any type of service or wake for me. For the love of all things holy. Don't let anyone who works there, frequents there or has done a rail of 20% low test off the back of the toilets in there be anywhere around my sorry remains. Those death merchants are worse than Mcinnis and Holloway, without the actual services. They just want to pack the place and reap the rewards. Not that I could pack the place anymore, they have certainly made sure of that. In fact, if I die tomorrow it's at least 50...