Making friends with strangers at the hostel.
Every morning while staying in Mountain View, California , I took a thirty minute walk to a park where I could sit under this tree. I’d read, sleep, and think while laying in the dry shaded dirt. 100% look and act like a vagrant.
I wanted to put a quote in here from East of Eden, but I realized I was typing the whole goddamn first paragraph of Chapter 13.
So, just go look it up yourself or something.