Thursday, February 7, 2008


First journal entry of the trip.
1/25/08 3:45 p.m. Sitting in a studio apartment on an American military base in Garmisch, Germany. So much as happened already and we have 12 more days. Europe really is that awesome. So far anyway. We went to Munich last night and partied. Nursing a bad hangover at the moment. Chip and Taylor are sleeping, which I'll be doing once I am finished writing. Our flight from LAX was delayed. But our bags went on without us. They are arriving anytime between now and 6 p.m. It'll be nice to have a change of clothes. Chip and I were at LAX from 9 a.m.- 4:45 p.m. Long day. Chatted up a drunken Swede. Flight was better than expected. Ah, fuck it. I'm taking a nap. We're staying here tonight, so there will be plenty of time to write. I've had this line in my head since this morning.
"A man does things he normally does not do
when he's far from home
He drinks liters of beer
eats cheese pasta
dances alone at a German disco
takes pictures of buildings,
announcing his status as a tourist
sleeps in rooms with strange men
pays money for coffee
doesn't call home
farts violently in front of others
and so on"
Naptime begins now.

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