ham jam far away competes against the northern hem

sorry for the shitty short boring posts, and sorry for my parents being the only people to comment.
ive just been distracted by everything thats been going on.
yesterday i did some more on the mural, saw lots of old spanish dudes who gave up on most of the stuff, an tiny old women who rules more than any matador. an tiny.

ed was gonna sleep on the beach so i decided to go with him, we took a train out to a place this potential psychopath he was couchsurfing with recommended, turned out to be the gay capital of spain. shiny people everywhere and stupid dogs that made me mad. bought some sangria and shitty balls of dough, and sat with the flamenco guitarist i saw a while back at the pipe club.

went walking to find a nice beach, they were mainly touristy and infested, got hit by trains n stuff.
found a couch someone threw out and sat on it for ages talking. this german lady who sounded like she was the movie fargo with all her "jas" came and recomended a tiny beach nearby. so we carefully pushed our couch down a cliff face with my mobile in my mouth as a torch. set up on the beach, made a little fire and christened ed's pipe. best fire. broke the back off the couch and slept.

woke up the next day to macho tattoo'd dudes and naked breasts invading our little cove, went for a swim and walked back to the mainland. spoke to some canvassers, seemed pretty sweet and trained on back here after getting heaps of ice cubes and ice cream samples, from angry not honor or sasha or peter looking ice cream servers.

bye