Old people told me to stay away from bad people. When I grew up, I chose nothing but bad people. Who do what I do without guilt.. We share the gossip with a sacred intimacy.. We sleep on a sidewalk. We hear songs that are not adorable. We answer long travel routes without reckoning. We do mistakes and laziness carefully and talented.. My life was shaped by their existence. My perfect owners didn't survive them to complete life with me. In love with isolation, old house doors, the mood that accompanies us when traveling, and the great memories of days ago.. In love with the bad people who helped us pass and overtake and completed the journey with us, who said they were bad people?!
