Another bizarre night spent wandering around this surreal city.
There was a man with a beard and a bandanna. Maybe it was the facial hair, though it was more probably the 5 dollar Kronenbergs, that made us attempt to court him hardcore. Ah! An adventurer! Please take us with you! we implored.
Sadly, the landscape he was exploring was one where homosexuals were disgusting, women were alien and no one took a shit. Ever.
Let’s get out of here, this is bat country, we thought. How things progressed from there is unclear but I do remember rolling on dirty floors, pulling hair, kissing everywhere, talking to a person with many many t-shirts, lying down on some grass, a special sting, getting drenched in sweat and feeling exactly like Fireworks.
A much more perilous route, to be sure, but infinitely more scenic.
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