Friday, January 18, 2008

French guy in Seattle


SEATTLE. Was supposed to leave on friday night and decided I might as well take the weekend off and stay in Seattle. Went to this party with a collegue from local HQ. (I distribute their video and capture cards) Met Ursula (her mum loved the actress). By 11.00 Friday night the house party was unbearable. I swear i heard someone asking to play some Maroon 5. Ursula and I decided to head up to Broadway. We walked. I tried to be entertaining and did not notice any appreciation, she sort of carried me around as if she did not have anyone better to team up with. I asked her "You like it better when I don't speak?" She did not answer, just smiled. We got to a bar she knew, she waved at bartenders. She sat down making sure I would sit next to her. We started drinking shots and playing songs in the jukebox. Had small talk while standing outside to smoke. Managed to make her smile a couple of times. At 1.30 while I thought I was walking her back to her house she asked me "What hotel are you staying?". She came over and we started drinking out of the minibar. I went to the bathroom and found her sleeping under the sheets. Here attached the picture of my hotel bathroom as I was bored and did not really know what to do. She left her email and a note next morning. I had breakfast and got ready to head to Alki Beach while sniffing her pillow deciding wheter i liked her smell or not.

Mario the dog


BARCELONA. Woke up at 9.00 for my daily insuline injection. Getting old sucks period. I get ready for breakfast and try to keep my glucose level decent. Then I go down to the toilet, i love taking dumps en plain air. The morning breeze caressing my butt is an un-explicable source of pleasure. Back up for some newspaper reading and a cup of tea. I sit on my favourite chair and do crosswords till lunch time. Naps can last 2-3 hours, even 6-8 hour on Sundays. I love dreaming but hate the bitter taste that bad dreams leave in my mouth. Ever wondered why dog's breath smells, it is because they had a bad dream.

Inma Reyes


JUNGLE. Woke up at 9.00. Cleaned my rifle while sipping on coffee. Received briefing by ex boyfriend head of platoon (he still is not over me). Walked 6 hours to Camp Casirez following GPS charged with car battery. Chewed on leaves, had some river water, checked my mobile (i was waiting for my new BF to get in touch but no signal). Reached Camp Casirez at dawn. Arranged dinner and got into my poker outfit for late night guerrilla gambling. Drank bad booze that someone claims to be the real shit. Passed out hugging my rifle around 3AM woke up with a hangover the next day at noon. Stayed in bed to wait for headache to fade out. Got yelled at for missing gathering at 11.00. Turned on the radio for my sunday favourite show. Washed and helped out other comrades arranging kitchen tent.