My name is tristan
Writers Block
My ‘Diary’
My problem? Procrastination. I can actually go somewhere, use my talent for something great, but luckily, my laziness keeps my ego in check. I live alone in an old dilapidated apartment, where my only neighbors are ancient, wrinkly and delirious ladies, that smell like mothballs and chicken soup. This is the story of how I came over my loneliness, poverty and especially my laziness, with the help of friends from unexpected places.
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