sorry

in this post i try to encapsulate the last 3 weeks. shit.
ok well at some point i went to the gracia fiesta, we´re forgetting continuity here because its just not going to be possible. each suburb or inner city suburb has their own week of festivities, so gracia is a lavish place. so the fiestas kinda ridiculous. every street dresses itself up to compete against one another, so they had a dragonball z themed street, a marvel-dc one, lego, and much much more! so anyway, this was after me and ed met up with indra. we met some dude, found out he spoke english and was from new zealand, slept on his balcony which was actually bigger than his whole apartment and woke up the next day ready to break more continuity.

another night indra almost fell off a big fuckoff fountain because a pigeon shat the world out when it flew into her almost fleeing the monument. that night ed and i slept on top of a toilet block in a park. i beat all 16 gyms in pokemon too.

theres been a couple of roller discos. i was staying in my aunt´s studio-office place where the mural is. i´ve been painting this fucking mural for so long, i finished it yesterday, now im allowed to leave barcelona.

ed brought me a new moleskine, ive been drawing, but the paintings eased down to componsate for the mural, plus on the same day i finished the mural i finished a book i was reading. uhh, extremely loud and incredibly close, it was nice but i hate finishing books, especially when im away from home, it gives me more to miss.

im working on a 100 page book of pictures and writing n stuff, thats about 80 pages in, i think ill print it in berlin and send you a copy.

tomorrow we´re hitchhiking to berlin.

i really skipped a lot in the past few weeks, and i barely remember it too, that sucks for both of us. shut up.

ed and i sat on la ramblas the other night, which is the worst and most popular street in spain.
but its completely different at night, all the performers flee except one dude and the sexy beer men get out. its so fucked. we sat there and watched it. people treated us as if we were meant to be there, the pakistani street beer and drug pushers respecting us because we were there first, and the tourists ignoring us. we made friends with these two dudes who were selling hash, and another beer guy. they keep their beer underground in little holes that open up, and the hash selling guy didnt try to sell me anything but shared his joint with me. they all pulled up their shirts and rubbed their exposed bellies when they spoke to people. one guy was shaking a water bottle sideways for an hour. the reason we sat down was to watch a homeless looking dude do his mime act. he wasnt very good, but it seemed like he did it because he had to, and everyone appriciated that. he ran when the cops came and kept coming back even though he had no need to.

talk to ya in berlin