so yesterday i got paint to start a new mural on this giant steel door with heaps of cool yeah to paint on. painted till i ran out of paint, then sat around continuing on my book that im doin. ate big lentil salad thanks guys. borrowed a friends bike card to get to this show opening but tried to stand up on the seat and stacked hard. guy came to see if i was okay and i asked him how to get to the gallery. he didnt know but we established that we were both half somali, so through this newfound commeraderie we went and smoked a joint together.

he joined my little posse of me and him and we found some guys who paint trains to help along the way. they were gonna help me get there but instead they went of and got more high, i left because i wanted to draw. got a shwarma, went back to jems and watched some tobacco videos.

today and yesterday i finished my sketchbook and the book i was reading. thanks elliot. looked everywhere for a sketchbook i wanted but no luck. met a californian squeeky voice jazz cat. posted the stuff to the gallery for the show in melbourne (ps you should go if you want yeah (details below)) started a new little project of silly confessions and doodles on paper that i might make into a book then throw them off a building with little parachutes or fly the pages as paper airplanes or something. went to dinner at this italian couples house that i met at the roller disco, they're view was one of those barcelona postcards and ate super cool food. rearry mundane boring blog post but i just put it up here to remember stuff since i dont have a camera.

oh and the show details

HERE IS NEAR
at Unless Gallery
7 - 11 on August 6th
Corner Albion St
& Melville Rd
Brunswick

roller disco

yesterday was odd starting. walked around, cant remember much of it, but i know i walked. felt my first drawing block since coming here, right when i need to be finishing stuff to send back to melbourne. to take my mind off of it i went to kristophs roller disco. it was fun, i fell fifty times and cant pick things up today but who cares, bueno roller disco

less lazy next day edit. the bibs were there (barcelona international black women?!) and as were the super trans bushy hair skater, and all the other superstar skaters. there was a tv station filming us live too, so i guess i was on spanish tv, probably falling over

so i met up with jem, i drew for a bit while he played some of his stuff for me and stuff he produced. i learned how to play go, which is an ancient game i needa teach everyone so i can get better. yeah. then his friend i forgot her name came around, she recorded some piano stuff while i drew. we went and got shwarma and went to this little hidden upstairs place called barcelona pipa club. (the logo has a pipe in it so im guessing pipa means pipe). by the way pretty much everywhere you can smoke inside.

this dude played amazing flamenco guitar and the middle aged spanish guy from stomp the yard got up and pretended to finish amazing feet percussion like twenty times before he really stopped. in barcelona nobody has sound systems because licenses for loud stuff is ridiculously expensive, so its all either a little amp or acoustic. we then went to a little bar that this old dude with a mustache smoking joints (which they use tailored cigarette filters for roaches) made for the musicians, so everyone played stuff. old people on little wooden blocks and solomon burke sounding bombayians. that was nice, i had some whisky then we went back to jems to record some more. they both played while i spoke and sung and rapped for a bit, it was nice.

i slept.

this morning i got up, gave him a bunch of music and left. sometimes i get overwhelmed by everything you cant do like flying naked and stuff you cant think of so i do things that i shouldn't to take the edge of it. (one of the reasons i do silly things). so today i decided to dress up as suity as i could and go for a swim where everyone is naked. it was super nice, i walked around in the sun for ages to slowly dry. saw this humble african guy incessantly drawing on little wood blocks as if its all he does and drinking on the floor in the street. they were like houses and hammers and stuff, they were really beautiful, super honest. i tried to smile at him but he gave me a cold glance, so i waited till he lightened up a little bit and watched him sitting a meter away, while still dripping wet in my suit.
i got a glimpse of a smile and left, now im writing this. cya!

today

yesterday, got up cant even remember what happened earlier in the day. oh wait went for a walk with miriam, she showed me some of the galleries and a sweet gallery pass offer that im gonna get you guys to get when you get here and get off the get plane. then went to a vivaldi and samba guy classic concert thing in the best building ever known, it was pretty great. they had a amish playing clavichord and an amazing celloist, but the violin soloist was kinda boring, but really really good.

after that wound down, went outside at night for a cig and a draw and met some rasta and friends playing guitar on this big red thing on a little walking street. drew and sung with them for a while until someone from the top floor apartment block next to us threw a bucket of water onto them and they scurried off laughing. met another illustrator dude who drew amazing observations.

today i went to help chloe rearrange her office, its an amazing semi run down building thats really nice inside. they run a tour management business for touring music tours and most of the other rooms are studios occupied by the loveliest people. she said i could paint her door which is this huge amazing, so im looking forward to that. in about 10 minutes jem is gonna pick me up to draw to his music/story so it can help him write lyrics in english, hes super sweet. also he records stuff, and recorded cocorosie ages ago so im gonna get some of their old stuff off of him. yeah!

watch just beeped so time to get off.

p.s. the one thing ive been tempted to splurge lots of money on since i got here is a hand crafted 3 player chess set. (!)

hole argh!

ok so last night i sat around with my greatest uncle and aunt, had an awesome dinner and got told off for smoking, and crusaded against for smoking. which was kind of awesome. had a smoke with cousin's partner and slept after failing to beat the safari zone on pokemon.

spent all the next day drawing and painting in a little cafe, they dont tell you to leave despite being somewhere 1 and 1/2 hours after any purchase. uploaded some new pictures here

http://www.flickr.com/photos/42957317@N05/

que pasa!

had such a super dinner last night, when you guys come here im gonna take you there.

after i saw a 60 year old midge with tattoos all over who was the ringleader of his old tattood man club buying beers and ice tea at the supermarket. then i walked around till i had to sleep so i read for a bit to prolong it.

gringos.

today moved my big pack to my familys place so i can use the little one for couchsurfing, they're the best. they live in an apartment on a lovely street in the city in a place called gothica or e or i or something. sat on the porch and painted stuff ive never been happier with. gonna go stay in a place tomorrow or tonight that has millions of couchsurfers every jiffy.

im really losing things to talk about because im starting to get used to how awes everything is. its like eating pineapple with every meal. i gotta make some kites

hey

last night i wandered around with ayki till sun up getting to know him a bit better. he left marsaille 2 weeks ago so he can be poor and sad in barcelona. we walked around the city talking to drunk travellers and drawing on stuff. buying beers of the pakistani guys who walk around with 6 pack rings selling them for slightly cheaper. went to camp nou today for some reason. probably the worst thing ive done so far so im not gonna talk about it or it'll make me angry.

tapas warrior

today i hauled myself up and caught the subway to the temple of time familia. it was pretty dope. i really wanted to draw on it, but i thought that was my ego talking plus id have people throwing up on me for it so i decided not to.

walked around for about an hour getting lost in the ministreets, thats pretty much what they're made for. shut up. i havent said that in a while, also ive only heard que pasa once, that disturbs me. went and ate an awesome meal at miriam and dougs (really great auntcles). and headed off to the beach. thought id climb a tree and draw so yeah that was nice, had some people come over and start chatting. this french dude whos been squatting in barcelona for the past 2 weeks named ayki. he told me about his graffiti escapades across europe as we shared a joint with some of his friends. one looked twinned martha brown. the beach is chockaz mate full of happy people and nipples.

on the area next to the beach they set up a halfpipe and had a skate demo thing. by the time it started like 6,000 people had shown up to watch tony hawk do 900 degree spins. that was pretty cool. hes a still time machine. walked around doing heelclicks to parking lots and rat vs possum to make up for missing brown paper bags. my auntie or 2nd cousin's partner runs an outdoor roller disco thing each sunday that i might go to now.

mererery go round

i cant figure out if its barcelona, or stuff dad said, or the tire of it thats making me not want to post blogs anymore, so this one in particular is pretty forcibly done. today i prepared more stuff to make a silly kite thats gonna take over everything ever. i want you guys to draw on it but i cant figure out how, whens good virtual reality coming¿?

helped my aunt with photoshop because i kinda wanna do anything i can to give back to those guys since theyŕe helping me so much, they gave me keys to their apartment today. bought a watch, ill probably lose-break-sodomise it. so i found some shitty headphones, makes everything sound tinny and poor, but its kinda fun with ariel pink.
there are so many things i forget to write each time so many, maybe ill list stuff during the day and next entry will live like that. yeah. been drawing heaps, a gallery in melbourne emailed me and asked me if i wanna be in a show there in august, so i might need all the help i can get from you guys to get it done if im all the way ham jam far away. went to a show of some dudes elaboration on alice in wonderland in a big fuckoff city owned gallery. it was dope, i need to remember names.

la ramblas (the main street) is either joyous or depressing i cant really figure out it yet, but either way its really lucid and full of travellers, street peformers and sexy ladies. just got back from sitting in a tree drawing there where im pretty sure one of the people peddling a club or something to young she-travellers opening line was mocking me, he seemed to be doing well with it though. another kid with an afro said he got a euro every time i handed his promotion into the store he was working for, so i went back there once every half hour for a few hours to get him some dough.

ive been having really weird intense dreams that turn lucid lately, i cant really get comfortable in them and sort of avoid falling asleep due to it. (eg. last night i spent days looking for the right cooking dish to throw up into)
i miss you guys, but am having awesome. gave my auntie (not aunt) a huge list of melbourne bands and am really excited to hear what she thinks. met lots of people, none odd enough to mention. saw lots of stuff, and wandered for hours drawing and stuff. drew a picture on a wall and got discerning looks from old women and big smiles from the men. im gonna hop off because people are waiting

booshelona

so ive wandered pretty much everywhere in barcelona almost nah, nowhere near. i have my bearings of the place now, this place is pretty much exactly what melbourne is trying to be and never will. some dudes were singing rap songs about prostitutes and other rap topics on a stage near my hotel, i wanted to rap battle them but their english wasnt as fine tuned as their rap engines. rap. so time warp, my pacer and headphones both broke in denmark and sweden respectively, so ive been trying to get replacement cables since for the headphones. shits fucked cant find them anywhere, needa get them or new ones. sheeeit.

drew an old spaniard with one tooth directly in the middle of his mouth while waiting for my auntie to let me into her place, he was sitting with his cane leaning on him feeding pigeons. saw family and met my 2nd cousins 2nd homes 2nd 1st baby 2nd. they're great, so homely. miriam showed me around, shes my great aunt, shes a really great, great aunt.

met another old spaniard this one was self proclaimed "nuts" who i kind of gave up trying to understand him and just said "si" to most of the stuff he said. when an english speaker came and saved me he told me that id agreed to give this old man a blowjob and he'd been asking me for the last 5 minutes where i wanted to do it. so i rectified the situation and took a photo of him that i said id take care of. now im in the next day, met the first australian ever last night. think im going to make a kite today

and in closer-to-you-than-me related news i think ill be doing an exhibition in melbourne on the 13th of august that you'll have to attend on behalf of me

sleepless sea cattle

had my first exhibition (according to sebastian) in stockholm today.

ate kebab again for lunch, the kebab sultans are gonna miss me grindcore. and went to meet sebastian at his house. turns out i dont have a photographic memory and couldn't find it so i went to a 7/11 (which close at like midnight and have internet) and facebooked him and marc pearson ended up running into him soon after.

we went to his club night to organise stuff and get the bands to soundcheck etc. met some of the dudes from dungen who were playing in another band there that night (who were dope ¨life on earth¨). we drew and painted some pictures and stuck them up around the place. the night was mask themed so i hurredly taped my face up and turned it into a face stronghold fort which i was a huge fan of. danced for ages and for a little bit it felt like being back home, which warmed my throat in the nice way, not the frustrating way. and ended up going back to sebastians house to show and tell drawings and music on the innernets. sebastian and co are the best

walked home with a new pal who looks like joe (not rouse) which took like an hour, by the time i got there it was an hour till i had to leave for my flight to barcelona (4am). dad was really drunk and ranted at me calling me the most dispicable human ever and that im trying to be white and dont give a fuck about my black family because i wrote the word ḧousing commission¨ on my blog without going into detail about why people end up in housing commission, and id probably end up there too if i keep drawing. i shut him off for a while and just hoped that the flight would come sooner so i could get outta that.

went to the airport with a busyman italian cabbie and planed to barcelona via latvia. bitch babe hostess hated me for getting a snickers but man i was hungry.
so turned out the plane people lost our bags and now im in barcelona having to stick with him for longer till we sort out the luggage. this is the first time ive felt that i needed a camera because i dont actually think i could describe how boosh this place is. i still havent slept so i might go have a nana nap now. miss ya guts guys

scandanalien

i had a kebab for brunch.
met a dude from couchsurfing, my virginal site meet up via the site meeting up.
hes an illustrator named sebastian that does lots of posters for shows around stockholm and draws pretty great.
we met outside a station after i pulverised my stockholm subway hymen.
sebastian gave me some of his smoking alternative, a little sack full of strong nicotine that you put under yr top lip and talk poorly with an endearing lisp.
it made my lip numb and was a nice kind of bitter, if my addiction wasn't sadisfied by inhaling thick foggy stuff, id probably take it up instead.

he took me to a really hilly park where we drank beers with a friend of his
the friend has zen patience for dot tone, and both were super nice and somewhat bearded.
we went to a hardcore show of a friend of his, or a guy he knows and isn't sure if he likes or not who has no chin and is odd. it was pretty good, straight edge sort of venue funned out. their girlfriends and another girl and another pal of his joined the lench mob and we walked to a beach with imitation sand pebbles that felt great and turned my feet nordic caucasion and drank some more. talked about music and bro'd out. saw an old guy trying to leap out of the water into a tree in a poor attempt to cover john lock in real life, turns out he more secrets to the universe than lock and rollerbladed with ski sticks and throwing unwanted decrepit shoes into the sky.

turns out he runs a night at a bar, and almost landed mt eerie and wolf parade but ill have to settle for a few guys from dungen who are gonna play tomorrow night there. a bigger place has gotten him a night so im convincing him to get themselves and tobacco to play, (who are both in europe while im here, pretty sure im gonna make detours) anyway tomorrows my last day in stockholm then its spain wayne train.

poose

first stockholm today
ate big in the morning and walked forever looking for headphone cables (since mine broke) but to no avail, so ive been without music for a few tens of hours now.
decided to walk as far as i could with vague intentions to see some galleries oblivious to the fact that galleries being closed on mondays wasn't confined to melbourne. while walking i met a scottish hippie couchsurfer named robert that an amalgamation of material objects would hate. he was nice, threw a ball of a massive cliff as i walked alongside the side of the water.

went to an island full of art unis and a moma, both were closed but these colourful former bouncy castle now stiffened dudes chilling out with massive continuous machines by niki desaint phalle and jean tinguely have been tiring for the last 50 or so years in the middle of the island.
yeah!

so i went and got a beer with this guy and sat in the park and talked to some hipsters, then went and got told by my dad that this blog is shit, its not a travel blog its a travel whinge, and gave it 3/10. i was pretty happy with that.

booked a ticket to spain (thursday) and looking forward to getting out.

nice work spain

yesterday i wanted to teleport from odense to goteburg, but someone told me you needed a little button in the shape of a speech bubble tattood on yr arse to do it. and yeah.
i took the train.
but pretty quick train, if it weren't for the fact that the train wasn't equipped to take passangers. so we all got off and caught various meat combinations of trains from places such as the swedish ballarat.

in the end we all died like 1,200 rappers, and got to the goteburg, sweden. with another somali to pick us up from the train station. riding in a benz to housing commission made me laugh inside.
so another night another somali collective of relatives that all of a sudden lov eme, despite not being able to understqand what i say. i like this jig. sort of, it gets rough not being able to understand what anyone is saying. sorta feels like being a baby again because i get restless and start putting my fist in my mouth and scratching myself. do babies have fingernails?

everyone wants me to get married, and not wear shorts, and clean my socks, and cut my hear, and learn somali, and stay in their country. so to be honest, im glad to be leaving on a bus to stockholm as i type this, NON LINEAR NARRATIVE!
that night the group of small intrusive comic somali children (who were technically uncles and aunts) forced me to buy them candy in return for showing me around their commission, but i could deal with that. i hadn't had candy in a while.
i really want a camera but i wont want one when i get back to australia. and i should really organise couchsurfing stuff.

that night i dreamed about kc giving me a chest that had unfathomly important black caviar looking jell oozing out of it. i lost it and felt really bad, but then shit turned lucid so i flew home with my back and sorted shit out, got stuck on an island like id had this dream before and fought with myself.
apparrently young swedish kids love aleks and the ramps.

and as i end this blog entry i look over my left shoulder to see a beautiful field of endless pine trees that only exist for ikeas easy make furniature. (the more you know!) look away from them to save this document and resume my game of peggle.

gnomes are great presents for our wives (and their mothers)

cya

ok so my cousin's family are islamic, and quite strict in comparison to yours.

my grandma decided to move back into her own flat in another part of the housing buildings, she's a lot more dimentiad than i thought, just because i couldn't understand anything she said. so it turns out she thinks ive been in denmark for the last 11 years, and my dad just rocked up but im not his son, im just someone that comes over to her house all the time for no apparrent reason. now this is juxtapozed with her screaming at her children/grandchildren telling them to get out of her house and reminiscing about jamame (somalia). shes pretty funny, shes like a female bill cosby on islam in somali. whe whe whe we wan whe wanna dog

so because of last night my cousins have to move in with her and be her angels protecting her mind from her brain. turns out its pretty sweet for them, they get space from all the kids, i don't know why you care about this if you're not family. go to hell its my first blog ive had ok

i spent a few hours with my grandma just throwing surreal insults at her and telling her made up stories about the guy who sold me my long socks' early years to get back at her for not speaking a language i understand. she was just getting angry at me for saying stuff she couldn't decipher but deep down its the bane of her l..

we said our goodbyes to the family who in a week of knowing them i am endeared to them as much as any of my family in australia and im going to sweden tomorrow.

australia

so today started with a resumed search for cigarette filters but to no avail. got roped into smoking and watching the discovery channel and talked about jellyfish at the smoking club where i learnt that i can't remember if this happened yesterday or the day before. my older cousin was going to the gym to train so i thought id pop by, rode bikes and rowed for 45 minutes, then spent the rest of the time drawing guys with muscles escaping their body in an attempt to flee while the testosteronians strode around me through the small doorways built for mortals.

so it was my cousins big plan to take me out. we went to the "most happening place in odense" which turned out to be an australian themed club.. with 7 dollar vbs and 2 dollar heineken, tv screens in the corners constantly looping videos of uluru and kangaroos shitting. it said shielas and blokes on the toilet doors and mate written on everyones eyes.

anyway some people are really good at foosball, i mean really good. this one dude did ball handling moves before he set up his own crosses.. he sleeps inside a pole. i lost my older cousin but the younger one was still around. i can't figure out the word to describe the response to the way i dance here. they think im superfluous. anyway i ended up leaving with some lovely danish people, and we talked crap for hours at one of their houses. (the houses here rule, like houses from storybooks).

next day a girl named rie who steals peoples faces and confines them to her sketchbook took me to her house. it was out in a little village sort of thing about 20 minutes bus ride from odense. everything was green with rolling hills and family type dogs everywhere. the sun was hot

gypsweden

woke up didn't choke up, got a cold coffee from a dude with 6 black eyes and tried to book travel. gave up on that, figured out im going to sweden next, land of the weddings. where more somalis await.

still getting shown around the self proclaimed "poorest neighborhood in denmark". I tried to play some more football but I can't see my feet when i'm high i look at the sidewalk in front of me instead, so ended up losing the game for everyone. a guy offered me a gun to go perform a robbery, im not sure if he was serious, either way i challenged his philosophical values, blew his doth and taught him which guardian angels to never look in the mouth. i think im kinda going crazy without any conversations that i struggle to wrap my head around, i miss you guys.

still with my dad, think i'll stay with him till sweden. today he saw a couple of russian guys sitting and drinking outside the place we're staying and told me he had an instinct for professionals and tried to convince me to carry my wallet and passport out of the room.

met a mysterious gypsy that the local pusher told me was a gypsy, then told me how gypsys aren't people, "i'm racist, but i give everyone a chance, everyone. but gypsys aren't anyone, they dont even trust eachother"
coinciding perfectly with the 100 days of solitude gypsys, thanks elliot

i wanna paint something here, the buildings are so nice.

wassup sweden.

familoo

today.. today.. today..

went back over to the cousins house, this must be getting repeatative for you, but they're family. which is really great, probably the strongest sense of family i've felt in quite some years yes. spent the day with my cousins following their routines, they want me to paint a wall in the city and put their nicknames up so they can brag to their friends. saw some dude whos one of the danish political party leaders eating steak watching the soccer semi final with us. he really enjoyed the steak i could see it in his brow.

anyway im probably gonna go to sweden this weekend for some reason, i think more family, then off to amsterdam.

filler

today was a nice one, spent most the day with mohammad. danced at a dude who played soccer for marsaille. directed the barber to high top his fade and went back to his friend's apartment. turned out to be the dealers place or "hashish club" as he called it. smoked a bit and played fifa then played real life fifa. plenty more happened today but i really don't care if anyone knows about it or about you in general sanders, once he rose to the top before he lost his face to buckets of balls and fatty bits. i'd write more but this is sort of an obligatory post, keepin it daily, too daily. i'd add some inside jokes so you know im thinking of you, but if you're reading this, ive probably been thinking of you anyway

mish

housing ha-mission

quality control is gonna kill me, or at least what you see of me for the next few months i.e. this blog. what?

ok so i decided to lie. hopefully this isn't the kind of lie that will surprise my mum with a dead iraqi guy on the couch. today i met my grandma. we caught a train from copenhagen to odense, wasn't that eventful, an old dude gritted his teeth at me and gave me dragonball z eyebrows for checking his daughter out, totes worth it. space jump.

got a lift from the station from some somali dude that turned out to be my uncle, went in yadda yadda (they live in housing commission thats like a suburb village in itself and everyone knows everyone), met everyone. now the cool thing about their place is the complexity of language barriers. some speak only only somali, some only danish (im the only only english), and some a mixture of all three or all three. im too tired to be doing this post, but i feel if i wait till tomorrow ill forget everything ever. just like my grandma. turns out she has dimentia (and is like an elderly female somali jabba the hut, in the most endearing cute way), which is pretty funny for me because i don't understand a word she says and just hear my dad burst out laughing when shes mid sentence, then hear a translation that the other abdi (my other dad?) used to scare away militia because of his reputation and large horns.

anyway we ate somali style, with our spiney spider limbs. seperate from the women. the house has two older .... ACTUALLY -- EMERGENCY CHARACTER BREAKDOWN --

ma'mood - cousin, hes like the town hero 17 year old soccer star thats gonna do medi-physi-neering at every college. and is like 6'6 and from movies

nimmo - my dads sis, big smiling

ali- mystery uncle, nimmo's husband, nice guy

mohammad- 2nd oldest cousin, seems chill, is a bit like some of you back in melbourne, super friendly and accomidating

little bouncy somali kid - youngest cousin there, hes amazing, he doesn't stop running around and slapping people, telling them hes gonna sleep for 5 days then go back to their homes... little janny incarnate, only speaks danish

two other sub-10 y/o daughters- too shy to know so far, only speak danish and a bit of somali, poked them in the face and "bargh"'d a few times because i thought they'd like it ....

older cousin- quiet girl wears lots of makeup, pretty modest. probably the prettiest somali i've met, seems to sorta get shunned by parents but maybe its just like that because shes the oldest, i wanna see her smile more

asha- blobby grandmother, both physically and mentally, is/seems to be hilarious i can't quite tell because i don't know what shes saying. she could be the next rosa, goin back in time

but they're all great, these are just first impressions

so mahmood took me to play soccer for money against these dudes who were the "drug guys". he plays with them because they have beards so it looks like hes inferior huh? there was a really angry guy with grey tracksuit pants, what was his deal?
and a chubby danish guy (everyone here is pretty much african) who called everyone "bitch"
i played goalie, we won soccer. bought the strangest icy pole ever.
anyway there were lots of other people but they're for my memory and not yrs.

bye

christania and family feud

if copenhagen is will ma manor, christania is an amalgamation of the shed, ceres and other rewarding activities. today i got up and searched for somewhere thrifty to eat, scrounged up a bagel and a coffee for the price of 40 big boss musk sticks. ace zen fuhrer.

next find is a little danish american jamaican barista, and a big black guy named johnny who drew 4 maps for me, one just a slightly enlarged version of the previous. kinda like pokemon. they kept buying me fruit salad so i kept on drawing and painting until the gallery opened. checked out a show of the copenhagen fine arts final years, then followed the various maps made by johnny. after the danish american jamaican barista told me all she knew about julia gillard and how rough lyf is in jamaica i....

took my first metro to christania, a little inner-city commune full of joints, beer and dogs. for those of you who aren't familiar its an anarchist community that was formerly a military barracks that hippies and squatters took over that now runs slightly outside of copenhagen laws. so i bought some weed on the main drag (pusher st) and had a smoke and draw with some dudes playing backgammon with their dogs/dawgs and taught them and their dogs about doseone. i ran into them a little later to find myself freestyling with them on a corner to bad beatboxing.

i was pretty high right now and somehow roped myself into helping a dude deal with his paranoia about missing some boat, its like he was trying to act paranoid and doing it really well or something. anyway i think i just walked off when i found someone else to help him because i really wasn't much good to him, nor his family. caught some more metros and did other stuff the end.

the street performers in copenhagen rule, but i wont say anymore because i dont have a camera.

i'm meant to be going to meet my grandma in some far away city tomorrow but my dad (who i organised to travel with for the first 2 weeks) got angry because i refused to lie to her about being islamic. long story short, if i tell her im not muslim, her jade monkey will break and she'll never find the dragonballs again to wish it back. but she can't wish anyway because she can't reason. so if i dont lie to her she will die. so my dads refusing to take me there and will tell her that i refused to go. so probably cutting quite short on those 2 weeks. any tips on where to go next?

first attempt

so yeah, im in copenhagen, denmark. how did i get here? letting the days go by on the qatar holy flight. flight from melbourne to qatar was long, long enough for me to fall asleep and spill the person behind me's food with my chair, fix the situation, then instigate another one.

once i got off the flight i somehow ended up in a qatar smoking room. i didn't need to smoke to break my lungs and get a hit but i did anyway and also had this cute old japanese lady admiring my hair like it was the first time she saw and felt the moon. that was pretty fun. the qatar toilet i shat in was super clean except for two thumbnail sized chunks of human fecal matter on the floor next to my feet.

anyway i was done with that place, so i decided to get on a plane and fly to copenhagen and do something.
so i got into copenhagen at about 4pm, enough time to settle in, grab a beer and catch the end of the soccer. ordering was really hard, its like they purposely avoided dealing with my accent before they even heard me talk. and you could only seem to order 2 pints at once, but it was okay because it was like less than 8 bucks for both (i hope).

so i decided to go for a walk in hopes of finding some people who like drawing or anything for that matter. walked around some huge lake, you dont really care where i walked. there are no skyscrapers here, its just a big city without long rectangular buildings. eventually i ran out of cigarette filters, and started a quest to find some, but fuck man. they have papers and tobacco, but filters are nowhere to be found. i went into various 7/11s with the clerk saying another certain 7/11 has a reputation for having filters. turns out they just had those little roach books for joints.

so today, my last day in copenhagen, im going to find some filters, hire a bike, and find someone to doodle with.