Day 49

the rain is back - this time like a drunk American packing through France with some embarrassed Canadians. puddles are deep, people can't drive. only because of garage sales - and some vintage couture i couldn't resist - i donned my first umbrella today, like a boss. what a ridiculous improvement - this whole keeping dry out in the rain - it just never occurred... i saw a pile of a person under the freeway today - covered in sleeping bags but still sitting up - that and a small mound of cigarette butts. no arms or legs or head. just blankets and wet and butts. and me with my stupid umbrella.