Being a broke hobo withstanding, I’m absolutely loving my time on Guam. That isn’t of course to say there aren’t a few things I’d enjoy / get in a knife fight with a crack-head for.

First, I would like a Jack in the Box (the fast food restaurant) with mainland prices. Those disgusting grease tacos for 99cents were never appealing to me, that is, until I couldn’t have it anymore. Funny how that works. I found out they have Taco Bell here though. Now that’s something I can appreciate.

I would also love to get my hands on some kind of diagram or chart detailing my relationships with a lot of people here. I’m not trying to hate or be an a-hole, I love my cousins, but it’d be totally rocking to know exactly how some people are my cousins, or if they are at all. It’s not exactly some shit I can outright ask. Some of my relatives I’ve known since I was like seven years old and that’s nuts. But you know, maybe it isn’t a big deal. Family’s family. I’ll just assume they’re all children of my Papa’s siblings. That probably makes the most sense to me.

I also really do miss my guitar. Well, not necessarily my little blue Yama-hoe, but I just miss the idle guitar practice I’d do. Like I’d be watching mah chineeze girl cartoons and practice my fingering or chords. That was nice. I think after my interview tomorrow I’ll go guitar shopping for a cheap little acoustic.

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