Perth – Day 4

Day 4 in Perth. Room smells of white rum and bile. Returned to the hostel last night to find my beautiful French room-mate’s beautiful French girlfriend throwing up on the dorm floor. I didn’t realise how lonely I was until he made me hold her hair while he found a bucket and I started to tear up.
Beautiful people can make me do anything. She’s so gorgeous, she could have baby-birded me in that moment and I would have wiped my chin and thanked her for the experience. He’s objectively even more attractive. The kind of Frenchman that gave Napoleon a complex in the first place. Such truly sublime humans, I almost offered to bleach the floor for them.