street footie in the rain. protecting home and hearth from the ravages of a karachi thunder storm. sitting on my ass watching porna nd wasting time. babysitting. catching up with old friends. making new ones. hiding away from others. convincing myself to let go of yet others. MY family. MY home. MY room. MY bed. MY pot.

it's good to be home.

I'm still looking for jobs so anyone with a decent opening for a man with varied talents, serious writing and presentation skills and impressive PR please toss it my way.