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A good day is waking up and knowing you don’t have to border hop to escape heroes with bombs. Another good day is waking up, grabbing a coffee, having  a smoke and feeding the fish in the pond outside my hotel room.

A good day is going out, buying some spaghetti and salad, and not having anyone threatening or taunting you.

Another good day is waking up and not thinking about selling your ass for a few dollars then paying most of it to the government in cigarette taxes. A good day is being alone, in a safe room with a nice salad and spaghetti. It’s just you against the delicious food.

A  good day is looking up at the  moon and realising it’s a full moon.

I told the motorbike guys outside that the singing  coming out of the mosque today  was really good. “Karaoke,” they said. 

Another good day is knowing that Ibu from the warung on the corner has gone to Malaysia to work.  I hope she made it over legally. I wouldn’t want to see another illegal boat going down in bad weather.

A good day is saying  hi to all the sales lady at the supermarket and calling them ibu, or aunties. And to see them smile. An even better day is when one of the staff throws in a vitamin C candy because she doesn’t have the right change.

Another good day is waking up and knowing that the military hasn’t overthrown the government.

A good day is going into a Seven Eleven and not being blown up after buying  a packet of cigarettes.

Another good day is knowing there will be better days. The best day is the option of either buying  duty free cigarettes or originals. And then buying a packet of Marlboro Red and Dunhill Red  each without busting  your budget  because some cunt thinks it’s good  to tax the fuck out of its citizens for the sole reason that they can.

A  good   day is  listening to The Fratellis’  Chelsea Dagger in the morning over  a coffee and a cigarette and knowing no one is going to complain or rip you off. 

Another good day is knowing that you can buy a flight and  escape from a six bed dormitory, high prices of cigarettes, and a brain destroying job.

Now they are really good days.

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