Story of the day

'This is story of today', he said pointing on his tiger tattoo, 'you know. Monday. Tuesday. Hanky-panky … Marihuana?'

Thanks for that insight, man. The story of the day, hey? Junk for tourist. The game on morality. Their game on morality. What the fuck. Where is the pureness gone? Where the honesty? Stories for the tourists made up on the go. If you ask more the answers get more and more shallow, more and more are they getting caught in their own storyline, their traps and lies. You don't get a real insight in those lives, those persons and their lives. They come and see what they might can trigger your attention with. Which story triggers your heart.

Thanks for that insight, man. Thats why there is sometimes no need anymore to ask anymore questions. Sometimes it can get pretty exhausting. With all of them. You still stay friendly. How can they know how many people already bothered you that day. They choose you anyway. They stay with you. For a smoke, a beer or what ever they feel like. That's their day. To hook onto tourists.

Thanks for that insight, man.

This peaceful Hanky-panky had a bitter after taste.