Back From Germany

Germany was crazy.  Aside from Ted and myself both being WAY over the job about 2 days into the 6 we were supposed to be there, it was cool.  Oh, and besides the part where we didn't get a single leisure day to experience the city of Hamburg, it was cool.  Oh wait, aaand besides the fact that the agency didn't pick up the tab on anything and made us spend our money pretty much the whole trip so that it ended up costing us our own money, it was cool.  I could go on like this forever with things that were "really cool" about the trip, but I'm starting to shake while typing so I will put that to a halt.  I don't think my neighbors like the sound of blood coming to a boil and steaming out of my ears anyways.  The whistle is a bit deafening.


The one cool thing about Germany was that the girls seemed to really like me over there.  But now I'm back to the land of plentiful shame and girls who don't like me.  It was probably just because I looked so different from what they are used to over there.  It seemed like a lot of people in Germany smoked though.  Nevertheless, the girls there never made leaving lipstick on a cigarette in an ashtray seem so sexy (PS I hate cigarette smoking with a passion).  7 out of 10 girls over there were beyond beautiful...the average girls there were like 69x hotter than the super hot girls here AND they were cool and easy to talk to.  Suck on that American bitches.  Fuck you.  You aren't worth a damn thing.  Nor do you don't make dysfunction fashionable :)


The trip back was kinda neat.  I sat next to a Portuguese guy who skated on the 1 hour flight from Hamburg to Frankfurt which was rad!  Then at the Frankfurt airport someone recognized me from TV!  I thought that was pretty weird.  I guess his kids watch FuelTV a bunch and this dad saw me on American Misfits Season 3.  I was in the process of getting drunk off one huge beer and the dude says to me "Hey, I don't want to sound stupid but are you on any TV shows?"  I couldn't help but laugh and totally thought the had me confused with someone else but he said he recognized me from FuelTV.  I was in mid conversation with some random, pretty girl who had eyes that I felt like high diving right into and take up a temporary residence in, and had an accent that made me want to melt into a puddle on the ground while this was happening by the way.  I wonder if this dude coming up and saying he recognized me from TV made this girl think I was way cooler than I actually am and made her have visions of seeing her hands full of my hair that seems to be stemming from somewhere between her legs as her back arches slightly further and further back...because if so...that would be cool *induce Beavis and Butthead laughter here*


But instead of going into that kinda naughty subject, or the overwhelming inefficiencies of infants how about we can talk about skateboarding?  Because after a 12 hour flight I got picked up by my boy Elliott and we went and skated Culver City park for about 2 hours.  I didn't think that this skin bag of bones and nerve endings could actually skate, but it was all that I could think about during the flight.  That and the horrible nightmares that had been plaguing me for the last 2 weeks.  It's a little hard to go after nightmares though, so skateboarding seemed like the reasonable thing to do.  I stopped receiving a sign that says I'm here anymore...am I getting through at all?  I swear these nightmares are going to get the best of me someday.  But then again, how can you lose what you've never had anyways.  Oh sanity, what a cruel game you play sometimes :)


The day after returning from the trip I went up to Dan's house and tried to skate but the wind ruined that fairly quickly.  We went to one spot on Saturday and that was the extent of my street skateboarding this weekend.  I got a trick though, I heelflipped this 3 stair sidewalk gap in Ventura and I was super glad to do it because the gap is actually bigger than I had remembered it.  You already have to bone out at the damn thing because the flat(sidewalk) is so long and you also have to clear the part where the cement meets the asphalt.  One of my sticks I landed right on that crack and took a hard slam right to my elbow.  It still hurts to this day but whatever, I got the trick despite the wind taking all the speed as I pushed and pushed my little heart out at that damn gap.


I don't even really know where any of this is going and my finger tips hurt from playing guitar for hours and hours for the last 2 nights so I want to stop this at once.  I will end this with a picture of Dan.  At his house I was talking shit about how much I hate his "Gatorade bong" so here is his quote and pic regarding my shit talking:

Dan - "I got a drink out of this...and it's a bong.  You can buy a $100 bong and what does it do besides get weed smoked out of it?  Mine was 3 dollars, I got a good drink out of it and it gets me just as high as someone's $100 dollar bong..."

Fin.