Neon Moon- Bali

Southern Cross-Man and ox pulling cart.
Walking into sacred temple
Monkey stealing moms hat
Giant chess
Plane stoned
Kayak surfing
NO GUM IN TAIWAN AIRPORT!
Orphans at the waterfall
Lazy bat
Extremely cold pool
Australian karaoke night
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"When I was 11 me and my friend used to go Christmas shopping at Target. We would ask the workers where the Christmas rap, adult diapers, and laxatives were. The look on there face was priceless."
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Chapter One


On my travels I have discovered many things, one of those things are don't eat soap. But another thing is that you can do whatever you tell yourself. Self fulfilling prophecy. My dream came true the day I turned eighteen. I had saved up , and stolen, about 10,000. 

 When I was eleven I went to Bali. My parents took my to go to my friend, Maryam's, wedding. She was an Indonesian princess. Her father was king of the island of Lombok. Her husband was Jewish and she was a princess. I guess that makes her a Jewish Princess.

Ever since then I have wanted to go back. And all the other places I have gone. Hawaii, Mexico, Canada, and China.(I actually haven't been that many places.) None have been as friendly or as warm or as happy and loving.

I had been suffering from writers block.(The black plague of the art world.) And then I realized I needed a change. My life was so repetitive. I would wake up, go to school, each lunch, and then do homework. The same thing every day.

Just to be clear.This is not a travel blog. This is a blog about freedom, revolution, growing up, and embarrassing short stories. This is a story about the endeavors of the human soul.


Chapter Two

I hate airplanes. I hate the sound. The bumpiness the fact that your almost 31,000 feet in the air in a glorified refrigerator. Piloted by two people and some college dropouts. That serve peanuts and cheap wine. The only part I like was landing. Because that means you can finally get off that flying refrigerator of doom.

The first time I went to Bali I discovered one clear thing. When the gas starts spraying as soon as the plane lands. Its not air freshener. Its poison bug spray! My jacket caught on fire exactly a year later at a wedding.

If you haven't figured it out yet I am not a normal person. Most of my conversation begin with "Did I tell you about when I was almost arrested in China?"

Still I manage to make several friends. Quirky, annoying, weirdo friends who would take a bullet for me in a NERF war.

When I meet new people I come off as awkward. My smile has been compared to Freddy Kruger crossed with the Cheshire cat. My hair looks like straw and I were less makeup than Jonah Hill. I am so thin I could hide behind a toothpick.