I had came back early enough to talk to the lady with the shacks. She thanked me for asking her first and paying and I laid in bed in the worst pain. The food made my stomach hurt really bad... I think it was the salt. Last time I took a crap the size of Bono or almost to the lid the next day... I think it was due to the salt... this time it was saltier.

Anyway.... at the first toilet I could find on the way to St Thomas back to Red Hook... I was surprised my poop was not as big as last time but still big. I was a loser so why not talk about poop? That's not how dudes wanting to get laid think.

The audio behind the pictures is the taxi drivers drinking and talking at the bar in Tortola.

My plane left at like 10 or 11am or something... so I just walked around St. Thomas. Some random homeless looking dude in the center of touristy town asked me if I wanted to buy some pot. I told him I had to catch a plane in a few hours so no. Like I trusted that guy... all I did was walk around.

Then I walked to the airport because I had so much time. It took longer than anticipated but I was still early.

I felt like such a loser going home. I didn't even feel like looking out the window... I should have gotten video of the Epstein Island you can see from the window of the plane... I remember seeing it but I didn't care. I thought it was a tourist trap or something like Disney World. My camera was in my backpack, low space left and who cares about the flight home?

I was close to tears at how pathetic of a failure I am. It might have been the ups and downs of drinking alcohol... but no... I still feel that feeling right now... not as strong of course. Definitely the hangover almost brought out the tears.