APRIL 12, 2008 - SPRING IS IN THE AIR

It's weird, but I think 1) since I'm writing this as I go (via laptop) and since 2) I know there are people that actually enjoy this I'm going to address everyone.

What up, ya'll? I don't know, I've wanted to do it sooner but I know how weird it can be when the writer speaks directly to the reader. It's like, these blog entries that I've been posting are very intimate, humiliating and exploitive and the fact that I really only talk to myself makes it that much more voyeuristic. But then when I write and talk directly to you, it cheapens everything because in one way or another it's supposed to be like I have no clue what's going on. Ok, I'm just typing as I go along but maybe, I guess it's like being in a strip club when the lights turn on? Whatever.

I'm home on a Saturday night and that's why I'm writing. On the weekends, I have yet to return home before 3:00 am and sober. On the weekdays, I haven't gone to bed before 2:30 am. Whatever, I feel like my bones are aching and all that jazz so I'm trying to prove to myself that age is really just a state of mind. I'm probably going to go out tonight though but I wanted to get some work done.

Haven't done a single touristy thing here in Amsterdam yet. Went to the FOAM photography museum, but that's more below the radar and that's more shit that I would've done back in the States. They had a nice little exhibit by this badass photographer that documented heroin addicts in a Manhattan apartment. It's so fucking nice and easy to live here. I can't stop thinking of how fun it would be if all my friends lived in this city. It's leisure time to the max. Ride bikes everywhere, drink whenever you want, smoke weed for cheap...why'd I say that? Ok, hang on....time for dessert..

Oh fuck, so I'm writing this because I decided to stay home and work on my book. Last night was another crazy night and I know a looooot of shit's going to go down in the next week or so, and I'm running broke and I know I'm still going to go out later on tonight even though it's like 9:00 and I know around 1:00 I'm going to start itching and then scratch it with a handful of drinks and stuff...wait, also, I need to save money because some other plans spruced up before me.

Ok, I got some Master Kush for what would cost $28 an eighth. The LA street price would be like $60, so that's pretty fucking dope. I haven't found anything danky yet...everything's rather dry and crumbly. Not too presentable..not too many crystals. The weed here is definitely cheap and does the job, but I guess there's really no comparing them. It's Dom P versus Moet, right? Both good in their own right but one's better. If I had a choice, I'd choose to smoke Dutch weed during the week and then just smoke like an eighth of the Cali green on the weekends. But then again, I'm pretty stoned right now, but I'm not like, stoney baloney, I'm like cotto salami.

But yeah, so I'm writing because I'm totally fucking stoked to say that in about two weeks, I'm going to Ireland! Fuck yeah. So, I know I'm going to be missing out on Queensday here, which is one of the Europe's biggest celebrations. I mean, like Little Brother were here last year to perform. And Pat, Collin and all the cats here are fucking wild and crazy and fun. But still, I couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Like I said, I've been thirsting for adventure. I've never really cared too much for Ireland, but that's good because I'll be going with no expectations other than cold Guinnesses and hot redheads. Ha, don't even mention redheads to me. I got the tickets for about $160 round trip, so why not? On the real reason I'm going is because those good ol Ukrainian boys (Mike, Cam, Patrick and maybe Jeff) are going. I had to because I miss these cats and it'll probably be the last time I'll be able to hang out with all of them for a long time (if not forever). Regardless, I know the way they roll and I know wild shit is going to happen. So I figure that Queensday will always be around, but the opportunity to travel with a bunch of cool cats, that I've only recently met, in crazy Ukrainian circumstances would make me foolish if I were to not go.

On top of that, I figure, fuck it since I'll be flying out of Brussels, I'm going to couchsurf there for a few days and add another country to my list. Then coming back home, fuck it, I'm going to stay in Antwerp also.

Ha. What a life. 24 hours ago I wasn't planning on doing shit. Mike throws out this bone; now I'm all in. Sometimes the solitude and freedom I possess leaves me feeling worthless, but in rosier times it allows me to be flexible and completely open to the world. I can smell it already, I tell you. Spring. It's definitely in the air.