Marked Improvements

I've been sleeping much better after having upgraded from a plywood frame to an actual mattress. Also, I have found increasing success singing and playing guitar on the New Brighton Pier. My self amassed fortune of spare change has alloted for certain luxuries I have otherwise gone without. Such as skittles. Christmas skittles to be exact. No different than regular skittles other than the fact that I bought them on Christmas. It was cold so I found the skittle were more difficult to chew than I had anticipated. However, after a few moments of warming up beneath my tongue they made quite an appreciated snack. A frugal indulgence seeing as how I can often bring in a surplus of $20 in just under an hour. I have also made new friends, of equal value to my treasure of coins but not as tradable.. It is true the company I have kept here has varied from inebriated maori fishermen to a more than helpful South African security guard. A chinaman named Duncan invited me to his church for a party. It's a good day. The day after christmas. The sun is piercing through the clouds. The gulls harsh calls are a faint remembrance of home. The waves never cease to roar.