What’s the point of taking pictures of a self-travel if it’s going to be the same for everyone.

few people knew who Toad was, but most people, “I love your little mushroom”. Including the toothless man on the bus. Including the people (most likely a band) with tons of tattoos who gave me a genuine smile as I ate my french toast alone on that bright morning down South Congress Avenue.

Toad liked his bowl of fruit.