I’ve taken a lot of pictures over the last month
the weekend before I left El Centro.
Chinatown, San Fran.
shut up, hippy.
Golden Gate.
Muir Woods.
U.S. 50 east of Reno.
sitting in the middle of U.S. 50.
U.S. 50 on the other end of the state. that’s Great Basin N.P., I think.
the market in Budapest. Mar’s all smiles at the beginning!
the courtyard of Mar’s apartment building.
Mar and her boyz. except that guy on the left. he’s not supposed to be in there.
Communist realism in a statue park outside of Budapest.
me and Mar halfway up a hill overlooking Brasov, Romania. I was telling shitty vampire jokes.
Brasov, from the top.
Bran Castle. no Dracula, but still rad.
“I can’t read Romanian. and is that dog dead?”
Mar in the Black Sea.
sand in the ol’ shirt.
me and Mar in Sofia on the balcony of the hostel we stayed in. I’m puzzling over why anyone would willingly read “To the Lighthouse” while on fucking vacation.
dog outside the petstore.
Rila Monastery.
Mar hates pigs.
“the Black Shadow.” AKA, one of the million stray dogs inside the train station in Sofia.
Eric, the Irish guy. he rides a fixed-wheel bike. right now, in Austria, probably.
kaffe in Vienna.
Mar, in Vienna.
okay. no hilarious blog post. the end.
Excellent round, son!
I’m having a party at the Yacht Club this Sunday.
I’m christening my new sloop.
What are you doing this Sunday?
No plans.
Great!
How would you like to mow my lawn?
Judge Elihu Smails
Caddyshack with the tomahawk jam.
Dude, Okay! I haven’t left yet, i am going to kosovo first and sarajevo then I shall be off, i’ll leave a comment on your blog saying, “and he’s off!” my my The pink does suit me
The war has developed not necessarily to Japan’s advantage.
Hirohito
All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.
Aristotle, dropping mad knowledge.
Fantastic pictures!!!!
I miss traveling soooo much. I might explode if I don’t go somewhere soon.
Did you have a favorite place?
more on dudd’s wedding.
“well everyone come over here please.” dudd’s mother, that incredibly foxy 50 year old woman. such a woman.
i figure we are getting ready to take a picture or something. no. dudd and marie, marie the bride who was almost late because she got so shit-faced she couldn’t get out of bed, exchange vows. there was a justice of the peace there. she looked like she was from whiting.
then we all commence to stand around in dudd’s backyard and drink beer. a fellow kouts grad shows up. he’s become a kouts cop. awesome.
my girlfriend, my girlfriend who bought me ghostbusters 1 AND 2 by the fucking way – yeah she’s mine all mine baby, she treats me so good – keeps whispering to me, “they don’t even look happy.”
i didn’t see them speak to each other once really.
i took my lady around kouts. we ended up back at the local Kouts bar. the place where marie works, and where our star-crossed lovers first met. some dudes there didn’t even know marie was getting married. and why would they?
pug who i love, has passed into shit-faced stage and i hear him randomly say, “I’ll kick that faggots ass.”
“Are you ready to leave?” i ask my g-friend.
“um, yeah.”
kouts was everything she thought it would be. and i left feeling like i had just went to a barbeque. but one where one of my oldest friends exchanged his heart/dignity/soul for a piece of weathered grade-c beef because he doesn’t want to spend the extra money on finding something better.
i fell asleep that night w/ my lady telling me, “well, there’s nothing you can do.”