Things worked out o.k. I took Omars shit, washed the dishes, the rags, the floor, the bathroom, he was angry because I brought people back to the house for a party. But I only brought a few, and Gabriel invited people too. Anyway, the party was good. We sung reggaeton and Marianna and I sung Sublime covers. I had a mock fight with one of the girls from Melbourne, but Omar was pissed. After cleaning the house I went to the dock to talk to the lake and let off some steam, I fell asleep under the hot sun and awoke feeling like a man lost in the desert.

At work Omar and I sorted out our problems. He was teaching me, and I him, and work is good, and people are cool, and I feel O.K.

"I'm not a teacher, I am a student like you, in truth, there are no teachers".

"You gotta respect the place you're at!".

"Don't let anyone talk down to you, or they will never stop!".