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.