an unreliable narrator.
they were describing to me how bad it was to live on the East side of the city. from getting a fine at every two minutes car park they did, to getting mugged by six twelve year-olds armed with pepper-sprays.
i was everywhere in all parts of the world. meeting new faces and meeting new people was my job.
selling t-shirts was how i make a living. i was living to travel and at each stop i would buy t-shirts which in turn i would resell.