Yesterday I rode by a sign that advertised an optimist club, and my first thought was, “I bet that club fucking sucks”

I am in the most beautiful giant punk house in montréal. Beautiful human and animal friends. My bedroom is filled with puppets that aren’t creepy at all staring at me in the middle of the night. Bread and puppet theater haunts me.

Thanks for everyone who gave me support, optimism, and general good energy. I had a lot of fun.