it's generally around this time of morning when i go back and forth trying to decide if i should just fucking go to bed or stick it out til the next day. i just can-not get to bed before dawn these days, regardless if there is beer or any other narcotics around. it's true there are only about five hours of darkness a night, but that shouldn't be an excuse, how hard is it to close your eyes at 2 am and just dooozzzeee
the other night some of our pan-european guests ate pasta with a spoon, that was long before we were flailing around gas-station chianti drunk to "your kiss so sweet, your sweat so sour". repitition should be funny, but when you repeat drunkness, i don't know if it is funny. things started to stop being funny after five straight days of drunk. it all ended in tears and an inadvisable 6a.m. email to the ex. naja.
the week started out -- or the former week never ended -- with the germany victory over turkey. since the saturday before i had been, you guessed it, drunk, and had left my camera on a park bench in prenzlauer berg, i was recording the screams and wails on a dictaphone, maybe i'll figure out how to post it here... chronic archiver of experiences that i am. people flooded the streets. turkish AND german flags. schlesiches tor... deutschland, turkiye! over and over. later among the staggering masses spent time with yara discussing canadian hospitality at barbie's afterwards, she had on a pink wool amoeba shaped hat and low crotched harem pants she had sewn herself.
the next night
oh fuck it
going to bed
to be continued
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