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.