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my first day.

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ephidryn May 19, 2003 12:55 Read 153 times, Dig?
i woke up and had a beer. i was kinda hung over from drinking all day in the park yesterday. parc cuitidella is the most amazing replay of the 60's i've ever seen.

as i was half way finished reading about some new wave zen my friend called and asked me if i wanted to watch his internet store for 2 hrs a day while he teaches english courses. i told him i'd be right there and got dressed.

i stopped at one of those bars that's underground in the metro station and as i ordered a cafe solo i noticed that the girl next to me was fumbling for a lighter. i handed her one of mine and she said thanks. i got my coffee and drank it with one foot on the ground kinda half slouching off the stool. the guy that was playing the slot machine started yelling for the bartender to give him some change but she was busy. i saw he was holding a 5 and i just happened to have that much in coins so i walked over and traded with him. i downed the rest of my coffee and walked by the security guard to buy a ticker for the metro. down the stairs i went, into the metro, and underneath the city. i love the metro.

i got to placa de sants and felt nostalgic all of a sudden. this was my barrio for 4 months. home. i walked up the same streets and felt like i was in a movie where i was some guy going somewhere in a big city and someone was following me. you know in those cheap daytime tv movies when the camera is always trailing behind like a person would.

i got to Nilsins Informatica and we shot the shit for a while. Nilsin can shoot the shit for hours every day and he does. i think his line of work is perfect. he get's a steady flow of knew people to talk to all day long. he kicks ass.

so the deal is the guy that watched the shop for him while he was teaching english left and went back to florida yesterday. so he wants me to open his shop at 4:30 and rent video games out and make sure people pay for the internet and stuff. he gave me a bag of chrisesss'e's clothes and explained that i could use the company bicycle. fucking rad. it didn't have very much horsepower but it had two wheels.

Nilsin had to get go home and eat lunch before he went to teach so we said our goodbyes and i went looking for someplace to put more air in the tires of my new favorite thing. I found a gas station and went to the air machine. the receptors and injectors and protruders and intruders were all different. it was like trying to figure out where a starfish's penis is. i asked the guy how to put air in the tires and he laughed cause i couldn't use the big air machine. he left and came back to produce a hand powered airpump. it wasn't quite as exciting as shooting highly compressed gas around with the flick of your thumb and i kinda felt silly squatting there in the gas station masturbating this not-very-effective pump. but it worked.

i left and went ridding up the hill towards my piso. it was so rad to be flying through barcelona in the middle of the streets. i got a whole new perspective of the city and i started to sweat a whole bunch too. it was like 25c today and really humid. i ate a sandwich and talked to my papa for a second and then went careening through the streets again back to sants to open the shop.

i was a bit nervous. i don't really speak that well and i had only endured 10 minutes of training somewhere inbetween 2 hrs of bullshitting. it all worked out fine and most of the customers just told me what to do. i undercharged this one girl
but that's cause she was pretty and nice. (does that mean im chauvinist?)

when Nilsin returned we started into it again. bullshitting. after a few hours i decided i better get home before the light was completely gone so i hoped my bicycle and started uphill again. there was thunder and lighting type stuff going on up above tibidabo that would make metalica jealous. the air was all humid and hot. it started to rain warm drops and the lightning stretched all the way across the sky. i slowed down so i could enjoy the ride for longer.

i got home and ripped of my clothes cause they were all sweaty and ucky. so now i am naked and typing this for you. pervert.

i love you,
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Comments from other users:

  • "put on a fedora and grab a typewriter. you're a writer now! DRINK COFFE SMOKE AND BE SNIDE! YAY!" - Schlagzeug
  • "chris went back to florida?!?! is it for the girl? are you still sweaty and naked? what's the capital of algeria? what is "pervert" alex?" - religious icon
  • "yeah G naked there is something we all wanna imagin! well we all like a nice pervert right? well i do anyway. " - Poeky Wellington
  • "this whole post was a ploy to get us to think about you naked." - orgy
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