01.06.2069

Today is pub night. It's supposedly lame because many people head out to the city, but at least Gin is cheaper and there's weed on every corner. For the first time since I started at the monastery, I wore something other than robes. White Air Force Ones still reflected in the sunlight. Well... Almost... Until my first venture out. On my last walk through the fields, I stepped into a mud puddle and they turned brown. Just like my whole drill tracksuit. It reminds me of Maugoshi – she also once stepped into one. She doesn't count for me anymore. Only my internal peace and good fun matter to me; I've embraced a higher level of hedonism, and she wasn't worth it anyway. I can afford something better than that. According to the Lords' resolutions, each club should provide a themed event with one free drink for every resident. I wouldn't be myself if I didn't go from club to club to drink for free. Some like chocolate, others like rough anal sex. No point in overpaying.

In front of the first club, some guy said to a chick, "HEY BEAUTIFUL GOLDILOCKS PRINCESS, PLEASE SEND ME PICS OF YOUR FEET LATER." XD Then his face found itself on the cobblestone, thanks to the quick moves of the bouncer. It was clear the party was off to a good start.

We started with a Parisian party. MELVIN WAS THERE - THE RACCOON WORLD MASCOT. Due to the huge gin sales in recent months, there was a giant replica of the Eiffel Tower in the backyard of the pub we were in, between tables 4 and 5. Traditional French sea shanties could be heard in the background. Along with a random crew of 5 random fishermen, we ended up singing them on the tables.

Then it was time for Berlin. Instead of just gin, they also served eggnog liqueurs and a special beer-flavored edition with the same alcohol content. From Hanover, they specially brought in horses, and outside the club, on the streets, you could bet on races xdd. Ateeties also presented their new fashion collection for winter '69. The new green-yellow running shoes looked promising for the upcoming season. Maybe they'll exchange my shoes for ones with the right color.

The next stop was Hong Kong. The party was full of opium imported straight from India. There were the most entrepreneurs and wannabe entrepreneurs here. Maybe that's because almost every deal in China is sealed over alcohol. As I entered, by some strange coincidence, I got into a private internal network. No public ones were available. I was bombarded with ads. ASIAN SINGLE MOMS ARE STILL LOOKING FOR LONELY MEN. I didn't see much, I was blinded by the glare of ubiquitous LEDs. Walking out half-blind, I stumbled over bamboo sticks glued to the sidewalk, one by one. HM, Funny.

The city streets looked different today. Racconpolis in the spotlight. Everyone in their best Vinted clothes. The port was lacking workers. Everyone focuses on experiencing the best moments of their lives. Walking on the newly renovated sidewalk, between steampunk tenements, I passed a group of girls my age. Despite my efforts and internal composure - animal instincts still rule me, I could have approached and chatted, but after Maugoshi, I'll take a break and focus only on myself. I'm not at Lone Wolf level yet. But the pain was cruel, and my paws itched for action. OH CRAP, ACTION. It started to swell. I had to quickly think of something disgusting. Inflation and the price of a bottle of water popped into my mind. That settled it immediately. It's unclear whether to laugh or cry.

Finally, I found myself in Warsaw. It looked like a modern art museum with groups of students scattered around, who seemed to have come for the biggest discounts. An old mixtape from Ecuadorian Manieczki played so loudly that even Shazam struggled to find the songs. The only thing students could sing along to was 'na na na' because they look for physical, not mental skills, in typical studies. I felt like playing an RPG, where my mission was to find something more than just kebabs.

The party ended at a local stand, waiting for the bus to the monastery. I got drunk at the stop. Dave and I could deal with Marek, but firstly: we have conditions. It's nothing, but I don't want to go back to jail. And secondly, thirdly, or whichever: I won't sit for Marek, I don't associate with him. You drink, you smoke, and an accident would still happen. I felt like one of the Boys from the Barracks.

I got back at 3:00. In the monastery, at the communal bathroom sink, I found a potion for growing red hair. Given my condition... I'd rather not go into the details of what I did with it... Generally speaking, my fur's color has changed. Like country, like Jackass. I'm not talking about the fur on my head. However, it's worth focusing on your inner self sometimes and rejecting sexual needs. Tomorrow, another day of exercises and meditation awaits.