I don’t drive, so my carbon footprint is small. About the size of my two feet.
I’m always hearing about the exotic architectural sites my friends see during their travels around the world. Growing up in Surrey, I saw a lot of architectural sites too. They’re called crack houses. I actually grew up in one, it was not a pretty sight seeing my dad bend over every time he fixed something.
Whenever I try and bum a ride on the freeway I pull down my pants and moon people. But all I get is a thumb’s up. I’m the one asking for a ride!
When I fly to another country I leave my emotional baggage in the airport because I don’t want to deal with it again.