MrKainulainen

I was a recovering drug addict. I just came back from rehab and was hanging around with two of my mates, both with a background of drugs and the other one being my former dealer. I looked like Ben Stiller. My friends started shooting right there, in the shopping mall's balcony we sat in. They offered me the syringe but i said no with ease. I had got rid of my addiction and i had no desire what so ever to do that shit again, in fact i knew that it would not just be bad for me, it would completely destroy me. I had been low, real low. I would die. I leaned forward with a smile and handed the needle back over my shoulder. My friends exchange lo

Last month. I've had some international friends staying with me and i got rid of my home sickness for a while by intoxicating my body with people i'm really fond of. I ended up in stockholm even though i'd no money what so ever, but my Swedish friend accomodated me and fed me so all i had to do is have a good time. I came back to Turku alone, missed my train so i slept on the roof of the railwaystation. Now i feel like i'm officially not travelling anymore, my life is the same as before, lacking everything exotic. And the fact that i was at work for the first time today might have something to do with it. Got some rolls done. Hopefully i'll

Went to the airport, found out that my flight had apparently left at midnight, not noon. Cursed, booked another flight for the next night. 13 hours to kill in Bangkok. Shit movies, nothing to do. Remember seeing a golfcourse from the skytrain. Where there is a golfcourse, there's a park. Deduction. Correct this time. Went to the park and played my drum and read. Big-ass lizards and people powerwalking. Asians are too... energetic. Flight was quick and my friends picked me up. Crammed in to the car and my friend sat in my lap. Morning coffee in a gas station. Came home and ate the breakfast my mom had made me and talked about drugs to my dad