Luckily when I returned in the early evening, Marius had left the hostel door unlocked this time. I walked in and met my new roommate, Klaus, an old and wizened German man with a severely mangled right hand.
Hungary has some excellent food, especially if you like hearty food full of sausage, potatoes and paprika. It’s the kind of food that kind of sits in your stomach like a rock and you don’t have to eat again until the next day. A lot of times my meals would be served in […]
Old fishermen never die. They just smell that way.
In Istanbul, there’s a group of old fishermen who sit on the Galata Bridge all day, pulling fish out of the Bosphorus. Sometimes old women will bargain with the fishermen over their catch, and if the fish is still alive, he’ll bang on the […]
I spent the night at the South African’s place the other night, and when I woke up I took a shower. But, the South African had run out of white people shampoo. The only shampoo the South African had available was “specially formulated for women of color,” a census group I don’t entirely belong to. […]
I went to Vegas last week, and I thought a lot about all the mafia movies I’ve seen where guys are just dumped in the middle of the desert after getting whacked.
I’ve seen a lot of dead bodies, like, at least twenty. I’ve honestly lost count.
I used to work in a morgue, which a lot […]
The South African introduced me to the band Gogol Bordello tonight, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. This is why I like the South African. They are actually a very accomplished band, so maybe I should have known about them before tonight. Whatever. I’ve never been very knowledgeable about anything.