World travel, Brian Longfellow, the human psyche, the sarcastic phenomenon that is Turbojugend and other silliness, sleeping and my wierd dreams, making people feel good, music that moves me, Easy Street Wheat, love from my pets, politics and world peace, - being perpetually fascinated and having something to laugh about, and someday, hopefully, being cool enough to be someone's hero.
People with cheap rooms for rent, incredible patience for my phrasebook version of foreign language, and honorable intentions. Sombody with a guitar. The best bartender in Italy. The broke, un-tethered, happily lost and communicationally challenged version of myself. ************************************************************ ********** found free rooms for rent, unlimited patience, tolerance, and openmindedness, kindness, lots of guitars, bartenders turned out to be irrelevant, and got to know the broke, un-tethered, happily lost, communicationally challenged, newly informed, humble, brave, lonely, free-floating, train-camping, bull-running, riviera topless sunbathing, walking pnemonia self-nursing, Czech, German, Dutch, Flemish, French, Spanish and Italian-butchering (well-intentioned), and finally, incredibly, unendingly appreciative of my home, my friends, my mother, father, sister, brother, my life, my opportunity, and the whole entire world around me, version of myself. I know I'm rambling. I do that, generally. I'm just saying, I've been back for a few weeks, and I'm sitting in my kitchen with sir_eidolon, G, D and E are sleeping in the next room, Petra has just gone to work and Bink, Meg, and Brewst. went home an hour ago, and I couldn't be happier. Cheers.
I took a picture
Everybody who still calls me even though my average call-back time is two and a half weeks. I know guys, I suck. ;)