Words

The words began scratching across the white page on a rainy Sunday. No where to go and nothing to see, no money until the next paycheque comes in. No guilty feeling of not being outside on such a nice sunny beautiful day, remaining somewhat in the walls of the hostel for one day. A lot of ideas go through the mind, some of personal hygiene and others being subtle ways of rewarding myself before the Monday comes around the clock. Each day summer comes closer and each day passes by like the dust in the wind. Weather reports of back home send a shiver down my spine and my holiday existence just withers at the thought of snow, rain and early dark hours. Apart from the different types of beers, languages and the shit priced festivals it feels like home. The streets of Sydney aren't filled with wonder anymore, they are filled with familiar faces at the corner stores, buses, cafe and supermarkets. The life of adventure was filled with complications, worries and unclarity. It has come to the point where life is a little more simple, searching the walletless pocket is the new version of checking your account balance. The worried times are answered with the fuck it attitude, it's been done several times before so this time around will be familiar. The regularity of chaos settles in like one more cup of tea. The search for work has come to a halt, I found work landscaping, hard work, but at the end of the day I'm given some yellow and red Aussie notes to keep me happy. The summer rains are keeping all the tradies inside with not much to do other than sit around and bullshit. All different types of stories either of just getting out of the military, university or highschool all of us have one thing more or less in common, we have no spouse, no home, and our youth shines through. Childlike minds with a partying attitude and no thoughts of slowing down. We might as well walk the earth with our heads held high and feel good, even if the hang over from last night's partying hurts. We're only young once so let's live it up!

Fiction.

My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to croak right there on the spot. I pressed the barrel of my gun harder into the convient store clerk's head I was shouting something what I thought would be itimitating such as : "put the fucking money in the bag you piece of shit!" As he put the money in my bag it was time to run away with my month's rent money. You would be pleased to know that I have been training a lot lately, most of my running colleagues are middle aged husbands getting into shape to give their wives that spark again, but! I have different motives. Running down the streets after my adrenalin was replaced with fatigue I took off the itchy balaclava. The sweat dripping down my face, sweating like a pig in heat. The summer days are passing by if you would try you could smell the autumn slipping but there is still some time.

Back to the aparment, up the stairs to the left straight down the hall and the door reads 112, shabby white walls I sit on my chair and put the bag down. Fuck. I roll a cigarette the bag of Drum I legitimately bought us getting down the last whims of happiness, calm, soothing sweet tobacco; I know I'm addicted. I imagine there are a lot of questions in your head right now, who the fuck is this guy? Why? I would love to say that I'm a badass dude, natural prison mate with tats covering every cubic centimetre of my body, not to mention the gooch and ballsack. Or the cool John Travolta/Sam L. Jackson type of fellow with a black suit and white shirt accompanied by a Tommy Gun, but none of those traits could describe me. If you were to think back to the days of highschool and there was the one kid that was in grade 13 becuase their mind was too slow or uninspired to give a shit sitting in the back fingering the teachers when they turn around, that was me. Seasons came and left, eventually kicked out of the folks house, the only thing I had was good English speaking skills so I took complete adventage of it. My day job is working at a call centre selling drugs to poor son of a bitch bastards with erectile disfunction. Life. Shit.

Good People

The morning cracked through my window and the voices of the room came alive like birds. The alarm clock going off at 8:00 AM a few minutes after I had awaken. Sunday morning preparations to go surfing were underway in a casual laid back manner. The backpack is filled with towels, beverages, cameras and is thrown into the surf mobile, along with hostel people and smelly wetsuits. Driving down the hill toward Bondi beach seeing the waves coming and summer like crowds blanketing the beach puts smiles on our faces. There is no worries and only one thing on our minds: surfing. After the hours of the day and our arm strength we go back to the Ford Falcon and begin packing up. I begin changing out of my wetsuit because if I didn't who ever sits next to me would get soaked. At this point I'm naked and hiding myself from the people walking by in the streets with my towel. The engine starts up and I'm the last to be in the car, I panic at the thought of wasted petrol on the behalf of my changing. I quickly throw all my clothes in the back of the car, jump in and fasten my seat belt, away we go. Up the hill the sun pierces our eyes and the front passenger flicks down the visor and it reads Eike (pronounced I-Kuh) the kitchen hand because he is a fully qualified chef this is demeaning. Our favorite before and after surf songs are playing I am ready to close my eyes and have a short nap. Eike's mobile phone rings and he scrambles around like a fish out of water looking for ( a good dance move was inspired by this) he answers and half excitedly, half nervously points at me. I hear him say " yeah, a black backpack with cameras in it, yeah that would be ours," when he is saying this a million disheartened negative thoughts for through my mind and begins spilling out my mouth. Eike hangs up the phone looks back at me and says "you are the luckiest fucking guy ever! This is actually beyond luck,"
"some guy found the back pack and some how called me and now we meet him at Bondi Beach Road Hotel in 20 minutes."



Earlier on during my Australian travels I had my laptop stolen from me and I wanted very badly to make something like this never happen again. When Eike said these words I knew I messed up, made a mistake, I failed. Although a camera is just a device it holds a mountain of intrinsic value, memories. Being at the stage of my life where I'm transfering from a boy to a man I couldn't help but ask myself, what would my old man say? People in the car began talking,
saying things like " if it was me I'm not so sure I would call," and I just sat there feeling lucky but idiotic fool. I think that all the good things I've done in life have come down to this moment. When I met up with these angels of strangers the only thing I could offer is my honest thanks, a hand shake and to buy them a beer; he refused the beer and said he had to go home to the wife. All the terrible things that go on everyday on this planet genuine good people are hidden like gems. I didn't have much to return to this guy but what he gave back to me was incredible. Waking up some days might seem amazing or awful but knowing that there are really good people out there gives a positive boost. I was boyond lucky this day, was it fate? Or was it dumb luck? And that is something I will never know. Thank you kind stranger and all the good people out there, where ever you are and what ever you're doing.

In The Moment

The days are finally winding down to when I have to hop on that plane and fly back to the reality I once lived. The fresh wet cold Canadian autumn with the rain falling and the brown leaves crowding together re-decorating the once green plush forrest. Sometimes it's hard not to be a little nervous to head back home for all kinds of reasons but the main one is this: once you leave the doors of highschool with the cap and gown time has it's way of flying by. Looking back on all of the crazy shit and crazy friends I've made here puts a smile on my face from ear to ear. Here is the hard part, there is a saying that everybody hears from all over the world I imagine "time flies when your having fun," all of the new people that came into my life with no cash in hand but most likey some sort of alcoholic beverage in their hand have made months feel like weeks. Don't get me wrong the partying is fun but that's not the most important part, the day to day life we all live day in and day out. The conversations, the moments and all the learning from each other. For the first few months of backpacking you feel like on top of the world constantly meeting new people, good food and party and party party until the early hours of the next day. Eventually the funds run low and then that's when the real fun begins I think. One thing that makes things easier is when some people around you are going through the same thing, it almost seems like a slap in the face, holy shit man this is crazy but so ridiculous you just have to share a laugh. I've learned a lot about life and myself but this is probably, at the moment, the most important quote I've learned let me hit you with it hard, right from the eyes straight to the brain. "Surfing is not a matter of life or death, it's more important than that. NO matter how low the low was or how fucking broke I was I could always get my board and paddle out the waiting line to wait for that perfect wave to come towards me and then once I stand up and get pushed forward riding it out until it breaks forcing me to fall in the water. The very moment lets me feel free, no worries mate, this is something that makes me live in the moment for once. This is important because most of the time I spend my time worrying about the future or having the "oh well if I did this" thoughts of the past. Fund run and money is just money. In order to keep surfing and other important things like food and accomodation I needed a job. I got a job working in a warehouse it pays well but sometimes it feels like going to my business hours service of prison where I just blank out my mind out doing some monotonous mind numbing tasks for 9 and a half hours. So many thoughts run through my mind when I'm taping boxs and bags over them. It's coming to the end of Australia for me (for now...........possibly) and time is for a lack of better words in my mind fucked up. What will I do when I go back home and be completly surrounded by Canadians, no more 8 bed dorms and foreign dialogue heard on a daily basis. Looking up and having one of those moments of missing something before it's even gone. Going home, coming home which one to say I'm not sure. Sometimes the skies are grey dark and filled with mystery and at other times sunny but each day brings a new adventure. Let's get out there and just simply enjoy the now, it's different for everybody but one thing I will never forget is sitting on my surf board in the water with my new friends from all over the world talking bullshit. Letting me escape the thoughts of everything and enjoying every second of the now and having pure healthy fun. If you a man I would suggest growing a handle bar mustache just for kicks. Have a good day and honestly truly enjoy yourself today as best as you can. If it's possible I will see you soon and strike up conversation completly trash talk bullshit. :)

-Johnny

Sticking Out Your Tongue

Well it came down to me making it to New Zealand at the right time and when I arrived I saw both of my parents greeting me by taking pictures, a little strange but hey I suppose it's normal. We met up hugged and did all of those things, we caught a cab dropped off my stuff and went to the closest pub to catch up on life. The one thing that I will never forget was the night of August 11th 2010, my parents and I were booked in to catch a bus from our hotel to go to a live Maori culture dinner night. As we get out of the shuttle bus and eventually found our seats and the entertainer picked up the microphone and talked to the crowd. He began by the normal greeting and then he started asking all of us where we are from, everytime some one said a country he could always speak simple phrases of their language no matter where they were from, it was amazing. All together there was 16 nations from all parts of the world gathered around tables completely captivated by this man. He said "with of these nations here together we need a chief, we need a leader, some one here and it has to be a man, so just put your hand up!" He scanned around the room a couple of times things went very quiet no body volunteered and I thought to myself WHY NOT? I'm going to do it and raised my hand. The man shouted "congratulations we have a chief to lead all 16 nations here let's give him a round of applause" everybody looked at me and clapped. Then after everybody stopped he began to give me my responsibilities: give a speech for thanks and appreciation and then he said "you also have to fight a big scary man in very minumal traditional Maori clothing and accept so everybody here can eat tonight can you do that?" Not really knowing what to say I just simply nodded my head, smiled and said yes; more rounds of applause. There was a large amount of people from Portugal sitting at the back of the room and he asked if they could sing a song that could satisfy their new chief, they all stood up and began to sing what I assume was their national anthom. The man led the group of people to a creek and said that the Maori people were going to show up in a canoe singing songs with torches and will lead us to their village. They showed up in their canoe and jumped right in the water which surprised everybody because the water was freezing cold and all they had on were the traditional little flap of cloth. After a while the entertainer came and spoke to me alone he said that I am going to speak to a real chief and accept his welcoming to his land and ceremony. To do that the chief was going throw a branch from a native plant to New Zealand down on the ground and I have to walk towards it, pick it up, look into his eyes and walk backwords to my original standing point. Then after that I had to give my speech on behalf of my "nation" to him and I had to thank him in the Maori way, and here is how you do it: we had to look each other in the eyes grab hands like a handshake and touch our noses together twice softly. After that conversation the group followed the Maori men from the canoe into a building with chairs and a huge outside stage set up of what Maori villages looked like in the olden days, fires were lit, and everthing looked very beautiful and so authentic. The Maori chief stood out to the front of the stage and began to speak his language to us, while this was going on the entertainer grabbed and placed me on the side of the stage and he said that I was going to accept but I had to wait for his signal of tapping me on the shoulder. He placed me opposite of the chief on the stage standing there, every body was looking at us, we were the only two people on the stage. He had some sort of weapon with him, it looked like a spear, he bagan shouting and making the angriest faces I've ever seen. The tension was so extreme, I was the "leader" of my "nation" and I had this huge muscular Maori chief screaming bulging his eyes and sticking his tongue out at me and the only thing I did was hold my ground. Every second that past felt like an achievment and then he took out a branch and threw it on the ground slapped his bare leg and walked backwards, then the tap on my shoulder. I walked forward picked up the branch and had to entertainer telling me that it was safe to walk backwards but to keep looking into the eyes, they were so serious and angry but I kept my concentration. He began singing and then 10 or 15 Maori come out and join him and I got shown back to my seat on the side of the stage. The entertainer said "Oh you did great, but in like five minutes you are going to your speech, so sit tight" he left and I sat on the stage admiring the passion of the Maori songs. They all sat down in a straight line and the chief sat in the middle and it was turn to talk. This is roughly what I said because I couldn't possibly remember it word for word: I said hello in Maori ( I was told before hand) and I said I'm Johnny the leader if these 16 nations here gathered together from all the world and I think that what you have created is beautiful and how you are keeping your culture alive is completly amazing. I might have managed to stumble some other words out but that was most of it. He said to his brother (who was the entertainer) in Maori that he didn't hear the words that I said, he said that he felt them. Then after my speach the Portugese people supported me and sung their song for him, then a big round of applause. The Maori chief accepted and I was shown back to my seat and he and his crew began speaking to the crowd. Things lightened up a lot and they began telling jokes and doing amazingly coordinated dances impressing everyone. Dinner was served and the rest of the evening was really pleasant, then after the event was over I went home with the plant and a night not to forget as I said. Have a lovely morning, afternoon or evening when ever it is that you read this.

Sunshine Today

There are some days when I wake up and see the clouds and the rain pouring down and I just sink my head back into my pillow and mumble swear words underneath my breath. I think that the best thing I can do on these days is just be myself, even when I particularly don't feel like the happiest fellow. There is always the days when nothing wants to stay in my hands and my eyes just don't want to be open and small inconviences feel like world shaking disasters. I've been away from home for 4 months now and I've had my fair share of days when nothing goes according to plan, but it's always been not a very big deal because I find that sticking to plans may not always be the best way to go. Everyday is Saturday when backpacking,but this is the important month, it's August and at the end of this month I have to get my grungy self to New Zealand. I'm on my way to Auckland to see what it has to offer. Looking at the calender and I can see Sunday coming, it's sitting in it's little box just snickering at me and saying "hey bastard, you need to make money, more money," how lovely. There has been all kinds of adventures ahead of me, the first and major one is getting to New Zealand and the second one is getting back to Sydney in time so I can fly home, time to get serious and organize myself put some backbone into my daily routine. This is almost like the feeling of when I was a boy (still am) and going back to school in the autumn and walking by the Back to School Sales of pencils, calculators etc. The shudder goes down my spine and the realization that I have to see teachers again and learn. Of course it's different because now I wouldn't mind having a beer at the pub with my teachers now and bullshit about man things like motorbikes, women and sports. The times change and so does our piece of mind, calenders and day planners are more important to us now then they were. Now instead of the classroom I'm going back to the bored customs workers, the shuffling, tapping business people and everyone else who vacates the airport. One of my day time hobbies is to play guitar and sing songs, there is one song that just always comes up, it's like the backpacker song. Wonderwall by Oasis always gets the whole crowd singing at the top of their lungs "But Baby, maybe your the one that's going to save me, and after all you're my wonderwall!" it's a great feeling when I'm strumming the tune on my guitar and leading the crowd, I feel like a conductor except instead of a tuxedo and a stick I have dirty Levi's and a skateboard t-shirt on with a cheap self destructing Sanchez acoustic guitar. The backpacker lifestyle is so much fun, it's so hectic and the countless times sitting in the kitchen drinking cheap alcohol mingling with all of those around me. After what feels like a major vacation spending all the money I had partying basically it's now time when I have to get a job and go back to reality; the one quite similiar I had back home. This time it has changed because now a job means stability and making life a little easier to live and before it just meant I had to go to work. Like so many backpackers I've been stuck with a job that only offers two days a week of work and minimum wage. Here is the problem, I need to get to New Zealand by the end of this month so I have to find a job and only work for three weeks and piss off. This is foreshadowing a very awkward social situation, I could upset an employer and also put them in a tight spot and I also consider it being very rude. The contemplation of just lying and saying "yes I will be here for at least 6 months," then leaving after three weeks, or just trying to find a job for three weeks with no lying which is just not likely. A weak spot for me is disappointing people but it's easily predictable that I have to so I can make it to New Zealand in time. With all of the thoughts going through my mind I am trying my best not to be a downer, so I just look around and say to myself "I'm in Sydney Australia and there is sunshine today," to unwind my worrys. Along my travels in Australia I have learned the most from people and for a good example is rejection, walking from place to place asking, "is there are any positions availible?" And the person puts on their nicest voice and says "no I'm sorry but there is nothing right now but I can take your CV (resume) and give it to my manager," to humour me and give me the slightest feeling of hope. Realizing that I won't get a call from them I just move again and try my luck somewhere else. It's not all that bad but when you're young unorganized and inexperienced, you leave getting a job to the last minute and the pressure of not having a place to stay and money for food creeping up from behind you with a red hot poker and evilly laughing. So desperate measures have to be made like getting a job for accomodation at the hostel cleaning the puke from the toilets, floor and wall every weekend, I would have done that in a second but all the positions were taken so I was shit out of luck. Now I'm just putting all the pieces together and trying to get closer and closer to my goal every day, but sometimes it's just hard to keep your head up. So optimism is the key, life is so much easier when you are positive about it all, so here my attempt at it, I'll make it to New Zealand in time; I WILL! There is sunshine today and I'm going to enjoy it when I push myself around to get on top of my game. Thank you for reading and enjoy your sunny day amd if it isn't sunny it will be sometime soon.

Another day in Sydney, another million faces

Another day in Sydney and another millions faces, sitting on the bench in Central Sydney watching the people go past. Seeing all the faces made me think about this. The one frog lit up a cigarette and asks, "well Jim how was work for you today?" Jim also lights up a cigarette and replies " ah, the same shit just piled up on another day," The two gentlemen frogs eyed each other up on agreement. Doug , the other frog, suggested they finish their fags and go in for a beer. Well that was the first thought and this was the second. A lot of thoughts of love go through my mind and how I "used" to know what it is, now with out difficulty, it swoops right over my head. With the whole city of Sydney before me the only thing I can do is mindlessly hand out resumes and hope for the best. Unlike like my two frog friends "Jim" and "Doug" I have no work to talk about. The day to day conversations that are like that might seem like pointless small talk but at least it's something to talk about. I think the three main questions that you will hear in Australia as a backpacker are: where are you from? How long have you been in Australia and last but not least, are you going out tonight? And honestly I'm stumped on what happens after that. Backpacking adjusts you to some strange regularities, it's either you are nomadic and go where ever the wind blows you or it's the other way around, when you get what I like to call "stuck" somewhere. I've placed myself halfway around the world to live and observe life in another place. I love having the feeling of wonder and excitement of not really knowing what is going happen today, tomorrow or the next. If you're reading this, it means that I am having a less than five minute interaction with you sharing thoughts and ideas. I'm going to ask you this, do you have any idea what it is you would like if not love to do with life? What I see a lot when just walking in the streets of Sydney are the business people with their suits, laptops, blackberries and a brief case full of paper and books on long winded professional banter. The homeless hold their cups, hats or hands just waiting for money or any other kind of charity. Being in a big city like this really shows reality of human beings, all cramped together in one place. We were put on this planet and now it's our turn to create our lives. I think everybody has a talent but it just depends on finding ways to excelling it and when it comes down to it, making a living. During the daytime walking along main streets like George St, the smell of cigarette smoke and petrol fumes, hundreds and hundreds of people are walking with and against me, and when I see some people walk by I can't help but think, What do they do? How did they get there? And now the regular farewells, hope you enjoyed it, and get to know your neighbor a little better. Peace and love.

Show Us What You Got!

Waking up in the afternoon recovering from the festive goon bags scattered around the hostel now empty, the rain comes down onto Sydney's traffic filled streets. I have some sad sad news for you today as I arrived in Sydney I had to get rid of my car. Since that fact that I don't have my driver license with me and the car is not registered in my name, it's dangerous. All the boys grabbed their belongings and I placed the key in the driver side door and we walked away. Ronnie our dirty smelly stinky whore of a car was left there, abandoned alone. It felt so strange to leave my very first car on the street we slept in it for over a month. Going from hostel to hostel is at times a bit strange because you end up meeting so many people and there is always that moment when you are talking to someone and you totally don't remember their name. It would be more than easy to ask them what it is but, it's just too late. Even if you spend a whole entire day with someone and there is just no recollection of the name, I am reassuring you that it's okay, play it safe wait until someone says their name. I am basically traveling by myself in Australia now and things are always different when you are by yourself, when you are at a hostel and you see all different kinds of people interacting with each other you can't help but nottice that everyone is trying to impress one another. I thought about it and I thought about it, the best thing I can think of is to simply show people what you got. Sometimes when there is so many people around it's very easy to get shy and eat dinner by yourself. I hate to sound like an advice giver but here goes, when placed in this situation just be bold!!! say "hi!" right away introduce yourself be confident and smiley. I love being human and young, the title alone gets me get out of situation free cards, we all make mistakes, we all fuck up. This is just a part of growing up and we should age gracefully, although being a bitter old man that swears a lot wouldn't be too bad either, kidding. When you look at the sky and all your surroundings where ever you are in the world, at the end of the day that's what it's all about. Let's do something simple together.

Today,
I don't have any time to talk to people like you
All you do is bicker complain and you and I know it's true
You're are so old and hairless
We both got married when we were young and careless
But now after all these years you still make me smile
Even though at nights your farts are extremely vile
When I mumble to myself about golfing and drinking with the boys
Since neither of us can hear that well, all you hear is noise
Good night my old time friend
Because sometimes these poems just have to end.

I honestly don't know where that came from but poems from my head sometimes are just so strange I hope you all enjoyed this time with me. Until next time please all do something naughty and well.................youthful. I love you too thanks toots.

Words Are Beautiful

Words are beautiful, despite the fact that 80% of human communication is done through body language, whether we like it or not we are all slaves to the written word. As much as I agree with Hank Moody from the televison series "Californication", computers and cellphones are ruining the English language with a abbreviations, I think it makes people read more. Studies say that if a person reads at least three hours a week learning processes faster, although it's facebook: chat, massages and wall posting I am hopeful that it counts for something. The other day I was reading the newspaper (soon to be non-existant due to the internet) and to help with a police investigation on a rapist in Queensland, they set-up a facebook page to get their man. It's weird to think within in a couple of decades it went from Dirty Harry to facebooking police officers. The times are changing and our generation of people are so fast to pick it up and invent new technology, just a quick example iPod's from the first "gennie" Nano to the 8th or whatever the last one was. Speaking of the evolvement of technology and the way it changes our life from day to day, let's talk about a drive behind all of it. If I was to say a strong four lettered word, which one to you think I would say..............fuck? No the stong four lettered word I want to disscuss is love. Here is a conversation had with Juandice Jack, we both came to the agreement that everything in this world is based on love, to narrow down this statement, let's take a huge skyscraper building, first you need engineers, architects, carpenters, a mass amount of people who are trained in what they love, and if they don't love what they are doing, they are doing it for loved ones. The computer you're reading this from is a product of love and involvement of technology and tech lovers. So this might be easy or this might be hard, but without sound too much like a twat, today try and realize what it is you love about everyday; in my previous blog one of them is cereal. You will be pleased to know that tonight is going to be our 25th night in the Saab 900i Ronnie. I looked back at "ze Germans" lastnight before going to sleep abd I had a chuckle to myself at the realization oh how crazy this is. It also gave me a huge intrinsic happiness knowing I will never forget this is the rest of my entire life. Maybe one day when I'm a grandfather or something crazy like that the younguns will think I did something cool, hip or the equivanlent of it. Fellas tuck it to the left and women keep being beautiful.

Celebrating in various ways including crashing

Hello people that read this, the other day June 17th was precisely my third month in Australia, along came the painfully awaited backpackers crash. I was talking to my friend Jack about these feelings and he had some inspiration words for me that made me think. Somebody told him that traveling is like a mini script of life there is all kinds of ups and downs, it all depends on the way you treat the situation, so the reason I went traveling is to "figure out" who I am and of course learn about human nature also survivor. I've learned that North Americans are really into finding out "who they are," or "becoming one," and also we tend to be optimistic; the weather man predicts rain, rain, rain and we say to the next person " no, he's wrong it'll be sunny" just for one example. Last night was my 20th night sleeping inside Ronnie the prostitute and to be honest with you I'm so used to sleeping sitting up when ever I sit in a chair that is somewhat comfortable it feels like my body prepares itself for sleep, oh shit time for bed, wait a minute I'm in the library; that's no good. My standards from home and my standards in Australia are from two different worlds, I'm basically a homeless person who freeloads off of anything, sleeping outside in a public park with a sleeping bag having joggers continue on by past me and my friends sleeping has no effect on me anymore. I sometimes as lucky enough to have people have sympathy for me "oh god, you sleeping in the car with three people, here have the rest of my chocolate sundae," thank you. It's a little strange but, backpacking has extended my flexibility. Hmm how should you treat yourself today, if you're into acoustic music listen to Ain't No Reason by Brett Dennen perhaps you will enjoy it. This is just a little side note, the other night I had a dream that I was a rabbit running around on a grassy field and it was eventually dinner time, my mother rabbit told me to go find my father, so I run out to the field again only to find him snoozing away, in my dream I was so excited because I sneakily played more chasing raccoons. Love you all and thank you!!!

This one is for today

So this is blogging, I'm not exactly sure why I started this, I guess to rant like millions and millions of other people that blog; who cares. I would love to do something original on this blog, do something interesting like record my travels to the top of Mount Everest, but no I'm just a 19 year old kid with a typing problem. Okay let's start with something simple,

Today
Today I woke up and felt like shit
But then I had cereal and I felt legit
Life with cereal is easy and simple
Imagine a pretty face with a dimple
A bowl, a spoon and the last ingredient milk
The last remainder of cereal goes down like silk
Now I'm happy, let's get the day started
I jump on my skateboard and away I darted.

Well just for all you lovely people who have interest in reading jargon and having nothing better to do. I suggest today would be a good day to treat yourself to chocolate, if you don't like chocolate, have a coffee.
Yours Truly Johnny Hanuse

Today is just another day in Australia

For the first time world traveling there are just a lot of things that you notice and recognize about yourself. The one thing is that all of your dirty little house habbits could possibly piss off someone from very far from your homeland. Going from hostel to hostel or for in my case parking lot to parking lot, which is very common for people who own or rented a camper van. I bought a 1987 dark blue Saab 900i, very cool looking car but space is not really it's specialty, the funny part is that this baby named Ronnie the dirty prostitute (the town that I come from only has one hooker in all of it and her name is Rhonda, I figure I would dedicate this one to her) sleeps four, the first guy Johnny, (which is me) a Canadian who's original traveling partner had to go back home due to no money. Giandis Jack, a lad from North London also the same story about the original traveling partner. Two German boys Flo Rider and Mike the Hedge Hog, and all of these boys are so excited for the World Cup and since Canada doesn't have a team I've been just tagging a long for the ride. My time for this one has been cut short but I will fill you in on more and more actions and thoughts of roaming around Australia with no money, sounds so familiar I'm sure you probably have heard this many times before but here is another one. Fuck off, jog on, bye and I love you all.