The Long Walk Home

Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am
-Suzanne Vega

16:34 Central European time, Martes 19 de Agosto

The Girl Next Seat

The first leg of the flight home was delightful! Who ever says that? I sat next to this total hottie, Leanne. She's half English, half Chinese and just smokin'. We started talking during the hour long taxi on the runway and then gabbed half the flight. She's studying to be a doctor and was in NYC doing an internship for Sloan Kettering. Just a friendly funny gal. And then i found out she was 20!

Bad El Dude. Muy Malo!

So i decided instead to just bang her intellectually. I can't explain exactly what happened, because i just don't rightly know. What i do know is that we talked about all sorts of craziness and she gave me a big hug and kiss as we parted. It was amazing, so much so that i needed to smoke a cigarette. So i bought a pack for like $25. I took 2 puffs outside and vomited. I'll never forget that gal.

Transatlantic Gothic

The flight from London to Madrid was awful. These two ancient folks sat next to me. The woman smelled unfresh, if you catch my drift. I caught hers and it was nauseating. Then I had to wander around the never-ending Barajas Airport, thinking Why did you leave the USA again you moron! After that I waited 45 minutes to get my luggage.

Then I left that horrible place and hit the Metro with all my bags. But it felt better.

And then I got home. And that felt great.

So here i am. Back home. With yet another story to tell.

He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
-Yes