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the real bulls (draft)

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ephidryn Sep 07, 2003 12:59 Read 107 times, Dig?
so i was dead set on it. the only thing in my young life that struck fear in my brave heart was leering at me from a mere 400km away. it was taunting me. bulls. 6 of them. chasing me down a cobblestone st with other stupid tourists and lots of well trained bull runner guys. this was it. i was waiting for this. i missed the train. my german colleagues fucked off and i was a lone with the whole ordeal. i sat, drinking, thinking. this was my only chance. i had to get there. i decided to rent a car and drive there. i wasn't sure if i could rent a car being only twenty three. i requisitioned my american friend, sarah, to go with me. spanish road trip 2003. we left in the afternoon. i learned to drive spanish style mostly in a couple minutes. the rules of the road in spain are mostly like strong guidelines that no one pays attention to. we left with a good idea of what freeways to take there but we were pretty much oblivious. sarah turned out to be an excellent navigator and we sailed there with little doubt of our course. i remember eating the only green and alive thing that i'd had in weeks. she bought me a salad and a red bull in some sort of super highway truck stop. we sat right above the freeway watching the cars fly by and go underneath us. we kept on stepping and shot our way to pamplona. my determination to place myself in danger was super strong and my foot laid into the gas peddle to get us there with haste. we arrived after sundown after following the signs all the way. we got to a big intersection and there were no signs. i took the round about to the left and we went down a big hill and then back up another. we crested the peak and started down into the most brilliant display of lights and archi-art that i had ever witnessed. i went slower and slower and cars sped by honking as we gawked at the brilliance of a mega lit arch that stood 100ft over the road. we drove on and on and the lights faded. we were convinced that we'd made a wrong turn and so we flipped an abrupt bitch back towards the god light. we found signs for "pamplona centre" and followed them into the city center. we ended up in the worst traffic jam that the sleepy town of pamplona has ever seen and there was horns and drunks and people wearing white and red. i never got the "white&red" memo so i didn't feel too bad about wearing my tourist garb. as we sat in traffic the booms started and then the flashings and the fuegos artificiales. fire works. lots of fucking fire works. we pulled into a parking lot behind a building that lacked space. i pulled into the middle of eight cars and yanked the parking break and smacked the danger lights on. we jumped out and sat in the open hatchback for a while until we realized that we could see it much better from the parc right next to us. i used the super hightech locking mechanism to secure our things in our super secure car that had the windows down and we went to enjoy the light show from the plaza next to the lot.
they shone and blew and made me happy. my soberness was starting to grate on me after all that driving but things were happy still. after the works terminated we found a new parking spot and our way to a local bar. i tried the number of a friend of a friend that lives in pamplona but got the no go signal. i drank more g&ts than my accomplice and we wandered to our car for a kip which we decided against and continued on to another bar, for the biggest g&t ever, and eventually towards the center. we walked through a parc to get to the temporary carnival which offered a log ride. when we saw it there was little questioning between the two of us if we were to take the plunge or not. we received free plastic panchos and flew down a 40ft drop into gross chlorinated water. sweet. slightly damp and mostly drunk we carried on into the night towards the center. away from the carnival and the stuffed animals and the stinky smell of sweet sweet things. across the intersections avoiding the drunk drivers and all the people dressed in red and white. everywhere... they were like a cult. we saw some classic green portapotties. something familiar. she used one and i guarded the door to make sure none of the drunks tried to get in or push it over. i got distracted from my job when i saw a kid with a coke/wine drink and i had to ask him where he got it. i had those when i was in salamanca years ago.... but they didn't believe in them in bcn. she came out just when i was in my moment of abandonment. i had been away from the door for like 5 seconds and i was so not a good door guy. we walked away and got a coke/wine and went on keeping on down the street and smiling and watching our things. the plaza was trashed. FUCKING trashed. there was paper and bottles everywhere. the fountain was full of shit and there was kids playing futboll with empty beer bottles. this sight was so brilliant and impressive that it drove us to seek a camera to capture it forever. i knew the car was a bit away but sarah was less convinced. so we went back to get a camera to capture this ultimate trashed out square with a million tiny drunkards in it. fucted as we were we managed to get back to the car and passed the fuck out almost as soon as we did. we spoke of waking for the 6:30 bull run but volkswagon golfs can be really cozy when you're drunk as hell and tired as fuck.
i woke up to the sun at 8:30 and felt a sense of failure for missing the bull run. i looked around and sarah woke up to. we went to the parc to lay down flat straight but that only lasted for like ten minutes when we decided i should get some new shoes for the run. we hopped back into our faithful rental machine and took off for the shoe store. i parked perfectly and we exited the vehicle only to realize that i had no shoes and that they were left at our previous sleeping site. the brave me decided to just buy some and go barefoot until then. i must have unremembered last nights destructive nature and all the broken glass and booze and piss on the ground. no matter. we went to a shoe store. it sucked. they were all spensive and none fit. we fucked it and decided we'd have better luck going back for my shoes. they were still right there in the dirt of the parking lot. i reclaimed my tattered shoes and gleamed as i placed them back on my feet and the dirt from the parking lot seeped in through the holes on the side. we got back in the car and somehow decided to check out san sebation. we figured we could come back that night and make it to the run by six thirty am. we flew through beautiful country side and saw roads and bushes and big trucks and tunnels. there were lot's of tiny pueblos that looked as cute as a disney land attraction. i had to pee and couldn't hold out any longer so we pulled off the freeway and went down a steep grade past cows and donkeys and into some sleepy village where we parked. the only bar had some writing that looked basque but i never can really tell what i just don't understand and what is different. we used the bathrooms and left without buying anything. we walked through the sun and stink of cut grass past a school and across a little river all the way to a huge church that was locked tight. the cemetery was easy enough to get into without climbing any fences so we checked out the mausoleums and looked at the pictures on the above ground shrines to the dead.
up and across once again we drank a coffee and got some more smokes and took the fuck off. san sebation came a lot faster than i had expected and we went straight down into the city center. we decided to go swimming to get rid of the hot. i parked so close to the curb that the wheels rubbed against it and made it tough to ensure enough room. she got her bathing suit and i had the only pants i brought. we walked through the maze of one way streets down towards the beach and left our shiny silver car in the city center. the beach was full of people. weird european people. spanish people. and surfers. they were having a surfing competition that was sponsored by o'neill. my ex girlfriends mom dated jack o'neill and he would have been very upset at the whole ordeal. they we speed surfing on two foot waves. sad. i don't even surf but the lack of spectacularity shone great in my eyes.
we went in the water. i got my pants wet and decided to moved our stuff around. wet pants suck sometimes especially when you're getting the ancies from not drinking for the whole day. we took off and got some beer which i banged down faster than i've ever drank water. the juice did me good and i started to get great ideas. we spent an hour trying to find our car and saw a argentinean man escape from chain bindings and a canvas bag. we finally found it, our car, got our cash and stuff and then we went to buy some good running shoes from the man that reminded me of the gate keeper in "the never ending story". he had a huge basement of shoe stock with a hatch in the floor that opened to a creepy spiral staircase that led into his dungeon of shoes. he stocked all the shoe stores in the area and had a slightly crazed look to his eyes that showed through his thick glasses. he gave us some free socks with his insignia on them and we hurried to lidl to procure the necessary drinks to satiate my demon for the night. sarah got hair dye and i got booze. we sat on the stairs of a quasi mall smoking and drinking whiskey and warm beer. the security guard told us to move case they were closing. we decided the beach would be a good place to drink and it was close as well. on the huge breaker wall above the rocks we watched the sun set over the atlantic and made jokes about little socks and talked about mexican food which just made me miss california. these two dudes from san diego walked by and i noticed his shirt said "taqueria" on it so i asked them where they were from. we started talking and they said they wanted to go to pamplona but they'd just bought tickets for barcelona. i told them that i lived in bcn and we were going to pamplona tomorrow and they could hitch along if they wanted. they eventually left and said they'd call me from bcn. i think i scared them off when i pretended to run away with their camera.
the sun did it's brilliance as it pushed the last radiant waves over the horizon and then faded out into a orange-red-purple-night. i love the sky. we went to an internet cafe and i tried not to delete the good emails with my drunken hands. our car seemed so far away to me but we found our way there through the night and the old expensive buildings. we pasted by a construction site where there was a crane based on the side of the road that jutted up above the city like a mega dragon made of steel. after my nightdreams of fighting it had past i decided that if i climbed it i would get a very unique view of san sebation. sarah didn't like the idea but i was already standing on the lock that held the gate closed and i was lifting myself over the fence. i went over and up and started the climb. halfway up i started breathing really heavy and shooting spit out of my mouth with my labored breathes. my arms began to shake and my legs stopped responding to my every command. up and up i went not paying attention to my surroundings just trying to hang on. i hit the end of the ladder and looked around. fucking brilliant! breathing heavy, aching, and shaking i pulled myself up to the last platform that was 3 meters above the end of the ladder. i looked down at sarah and realized that she was watching me. the cops would prolly wonder what she was looking at if they passed by her and i got scared for a second. i ignored my impending doom and did a three sixty. that shit was fucking rad. looking down on every building in san sebastion i felt four stories above the city. the statue thing was up there on the hill by the beach, higher than me, taunting me. i lit a cigarette and tried to catch my breath. the stars were brighter than in barcelona and the hills surrounding the city were greener even in the darkness. i kissed my dirty fingers and slapped the yellow frame of the crane as i finished my cigarette. down i went, back to the ladder. i checked my spectator as i swung down onto the long ladder. she was looking around the street. going down was infinitely easier. my tired muscles knew we were almost home and they aided me with a fervor. the cars became bigger and the street got closers. i was still nervous that some official type person would see me so i started taking the steps three at a time as i got lower. i dropped down into the fenced off enclosure and jumped over onto the street again. sarah mentioned something about how she almost died from a heart attack and we continued to hotel del coche where we would make our beds out of car seats and sheets.
i woke up way too early for san sebastion. i checked my phone and it glowed 7:30. there was no one on the streets and i tried to go back to sleep. nothing. i was tired and bored. i started the car and drove around the empty streets of san sebastion saturday style. i wanted to go see the statue on the beach hill that i saw from the beach and the crane. i drove towards it quickly in the vacant streets. my clutch action awoke my neighbor and my plan was complete. we tried to formulate a plan but everything was too early and we just bleared. after two failed attempts at the statue thing we ended up on a freeway and saw a sign that said "Francia".
  "let's go have breakfast in france" i said, "we're only thirty kilometers away."
  "super!" she said.
we flew down the autopista passing truck stops and shoving my citbank card in the automagical toll booths. we were greeted by men with guns in france which should have been a good indication to turn back but we kept on keeping on until we stopped to get gas. i was thinking we'd find some sort of small french town with guys in striped shirts on bicycles like right over the border. instead we traveled down the same road that we'd been on for days. nothing different or new except that most everyone was speaking so i couldn't understand. while sarah was getting a map from the gas place i thought back when mama bickford took me and my sisters to see a couple in the south of france. den and ripley fox. this flooded my mind with recent news that annie, mama bickfords friend from way back, was ill and had gone to stay with den and ripley. my mama had asked me to go visit since i was so close living in barcelona and all. sarah opened the door and i broke out of my stare.
  "i got a map and these" she said as she handed me some razors. my packing skills for these kind of things always fall short.
  "great! wanna go visit some people near montpellier?" i asked.
  "alright!"
so we called the united states through a spanish network from france and then started droving on and found our way and got lost in toulouse which is actually pronounced too-loo. mediterranean to atlantic back to the med. we were some road trippin motherfuckers. i shaved at a rest stop using some of sarahs lotion and the fountain. shooing the wasps away from the fountain and trying not to be bothered about my obvious invasion on a nearby picnic i tried to scrape the unwanted hair off my face. i left it halfway and decided to finish later on when i had a mirror.
we arrived in montpellier by mid day, fully shaved. the name of the town was not on our map but a nice fat french man outside a gas station told us where it was. we sped through the town on a skinny road next to the river and flew out onto a two lane highway where the trucks were slow and the lines were thin. the heat was phenomenal. like really. there was a heat wave through most of europe and france was taking the brunt of it. i recall something about hearing 40 deaths from he heat. we had the ac screaming and sarah played secret musics that i'd never heard before on two little battery powered speakers. we found the main village that they lived outside of but i forgot how to get to where we wanted to go. i figured it would come back to me but it wasn't there. we bought some cigarettes and called for directions. the cicadas were loud and the heat was hot. the phone booth was more like an oven than a place to call people. when i rule the earth all phone booths will have a minibar that's coin operated. i fumbled with the payphone very seriously while sarah was outside the payphone for god knows how long making the most hilarious face i'd ever seen. she held it till i looked up with a frustrated face looking for her help. i busted up laughing and she so did she. she walked around the glass to the door and i told her i couldn't make the phone work. she worked her french phone experience and made the phone ring in the hot box of a phone booth.
i surprised the people we were going to visit as much as they surprised me. i guess i hadn't thought exactly about the fact that i was from america and i was in some small village in the south of france calling from the only payphone to talk to people that i hadn't seen in 6 years. this dawned on me while i was attempting to communicate who i was to den. she'd prolly not used her english in at least a few weeks if not months and my stuttering explanations were now help. rippley got on the line and asked how he could help me.
  "my name's gardner bickford. i'm phyllis' son. i came to visit you about 6 years ago."
  "mmm hmm" he encouraged me.
  "i just happen to be here in and i was wondering if it'd be alright if i stopped by to see you."
  "well... do you know how to get here" he said.
he must have sensed my growing nervousness of the whole situation and he decided to diffuse it with his super old man powers. he gave me directions and told me to bring a bathing suit. we hung up and i was still a bit confused. i wanted to get back into the airconditioned car as fast as possible and i ran through some of the only cars that passed the road the whole time we were there just to get to the car. i was starting to stress. a drink would be great. i sufficed with a cigarette and flipped a bitch. i'd forgotten my bathing suit and asked sarah what we should do. she suggested we swing by some of those intertube rental places that rented out boats and intertubes to the meager tourist population and ask there. my french ambassador took over and the young frenchmans english skills seemed as sparkling as the twinkle in his eye. hot girls got it so easy some times.
with a haste we went up to the next town and found a bathing suit which would become my gardner costume, accompanied with a tank top, for the rest of this heat wave. we navigated the roads and round abouts back down to the little village that had crossroads out to den and rippleys. a hard left and up the hill. up and up. i tried to maintain a constant speed as we pasted people on horses on the road. we kept going uphill. i didn't remember this at all and started to get a bit concerned. just then i saw a familiar turn out and we turned onto the gravel road that was definitely theirs. as we wound up the switchbacks and towards our final destination sarah asked
  "do they know that i'm with you?"
  "yeah..." i smiled as i searched my memory for any fact to back that up.
  "well no." i admitted after a bit of silence.
  "are you sure they won't be mad?"
  "no no they are so nice." i explained. "den and ripply are the coolest people in france that i know. i mean ripply woke up one day and decided that he wanted to solve the problem of world hunger. he's like popeye with his new invention."
i didn't even want to think the thoughts that were going through my head of how weird this could be. i expecially didn't want to let my partner in crime onto the fact that this may turn out less than normal. i guess i kinda figured if we both acted like everything was just great and truly believed it then den, ripply, and annie would play off us and everything would turn out beautifully.
i turned into the wrong driveway and spent 10 minutes trying to figure out how to back out of there. we forgot to get flowers or anything to bring. one more driveway up and we were there. the 400 year old farmhouse in the south of france. up on a hill at the base of huge stone cliffs with a view of a sprawling valley and distant mountains. fucking beautiful. i pulled the e brake and we opened the doors. the cicadas boomed loud in their summer chorus. they were prolly complaining about the heat. we walked through a well groomed vacant yard. wet towels were strewn over the backs of wooden lounging chairs which was pretty much the only sign that any one was recently here. i led my friend over the gravel walk way and up the old stairs that led to where i remembered the kitchen to be. i knocked gently on the screen and took a step back from the door. the large wooden door creaked open and there stood denise, annies sister. denise had a solemn look on her face and paused before she opened the door. this one action reset my whole perception of how everything was going to pan out and i forgot sarah was with me and wondered only about what lay behind the door of our unexpecting hosts. den motioned her hand for us to come in. i stepped inside the house which was much cooler than outside and looked immediately to the left and saw annie who's face was full of tears. my heart sank as i smiled at her and gave her a hug. looked around almost frantically for ripply who was standing right there in the kitchen then back at den who was half smiling. my whole idea of pretending everything was ok and bringing happiness was none existent. annie asked us to have a seat as she wiped the remaining tears from her face.
  "as you can see you've come at a bad time. i've been having a pretty hard day." she explained.
we were offered drinks just like we had been invited and our hosts were being polite. this action instantly turned on my "polite" mode and i started acting as if i was a guest that had been invited. how did this happen? i explained to annie how my mama had requested that i visit her to wish her well. now was not the fucking best time for sure. i wish i could have been stronger and told them that we weren't guests. we didn't want to cause them any aggravation. we just wanted to be there and say hello, tell annie to feel better, and show her that we, i, cared enough to treck all the way here to do that. it slowly degraded into us accepting their over generous hospitality, which made me feel more like a burden than any sort of shining bright flower in anyones life. i felt so american. we were sitting outside making small talk to avoid the uncomfortableness that both parties were feeling. i knew that our hosts didn't want to be mean but at the same time we had unintentionally intruded on them at possibly the worst time we could have. if only i'd had their number when we decided to embark on our travels. if only i'd planned ahead. if only i'd brought some sort of gift to show my intentions of cheer. lessons learned. four hours later after a visit that was as nice as it could have been, all things considered, annie walked us to our car. as i gave her another hug i told her this one was from my mom. adue. hasta luego. i hope you're well. we got into the car and waited until we were on our way back down the gravel road before we let out a sigh of relief to be away from such an uncomfortable situation that i had constructed for us. smokey treats and jabber jabber about all the things that flew through our head during our dinner and visit. i hadn't been exposed to anything that serious in a while. lessons learned. always show up announced and always bring something with you. it makes your psychic powers all the stronger.
we contemplated our next move as we hit the intersection in the small town. montpellier was the decision and we drove on as the sun set it's last part. leaving those pesky round abouts at grave risk of being slammed into by an american in a vw golf.
we made it to montpellier around 10pm and parked our car near some huge bridge thing. my soberness glared at me and made me uncomfortable. we sat in the car. i was just fucking happy to be somewhere where we didn't have to drive. i'd covered like 1500km in less than two days and i was fucking burnt on the whole driving business. the song finished and we opened the doors. there wasn't much sign of a nightlife. sarah explained france wasn't really like spain. like we couldn't buy cigarettes right now cause all the ordained shops were closed. no machines. i had been out of money since we left barcelona and sarah picked up all the thing that we needed to pay cash for. i slapped everything i could on citibank so we were about even.
sarah got some cash from those machines that seem more popular that street fighter II in 1996. we wandered down some streets taking turns picking which way to go. the tour de france was going on and we made some jokes about night bicyclists we saw. we ended up near a store that was still open. we went in side and took too long before we finally decided on some malt beverage that was called "big and strong". sarah paid for two half liters of the nasty syrup and i muttered the only arabic i really remember to the guys as we left. "salam maricom" (or something to that effect) my friend musta thought it to me. the guys made a double take as we left and i cracked my frosty malt beverage.
we weaved our way through montpellier until we finally found our asses on a random bench that looked down a street with large trees on it. the night time offered a brief relief from the murderous daytime heat. we sat talking for a while and eventually started just sitting, looking, drinking, and smoking. as i pass time and meet more and more people i enjoy being able to sit with some of them and just be. we eventually noticed a girl who was working a bus stop about forty meters from us which then became the topic of our conversation. we watched her business and intervals and made up stories about her. sarah admitted her fascination with hookers and told me about lots of stories that she'd read. she's read a lot of stuff. like a lot.
we meandered back to our car after a hard day of travel and almost no drinking. we hung out by our car for a while checking the meter times to avoid getting another parking ticket. sarah said we should ask the parking lot people about where the clubs were which worked in the last town so we did and soon we were on our way across a road and up some stone stairs to get to a fountainy stony parky area. there was kids drinking and talking by a huge fountain and a dog jumped into the water as we pasted by. we walked down and through a huge stone plaza and past a huge plastic sheet that advertised something great that was coming. past more french kids that were bunched up against a huge statue and across another street and under an arch into one of those small cobblestone european streets that you think of when you think of how charming europe is. there was those sunglass stores that sold 150 euro sunglasses and other touristy stores getting ready for all those tour de france tourists. we turned off that street and made our way past lots of bars and cafes that were full of people. sarah peed in one of them and as i waited everyone seemed to stare at me. instead of my usual "fuck you, you like me" feeling i felt uncomfortable and out of place. like i had no power. she came back and we continued on at my suggestion. "there's not any seats" i said. down the narrow street and out into the next cobblestone street we found and empty bar with loud pumping music that somehow seemed attractive. we got some drinks and sat down inside away from everyone. i hate not speaking the language.
we talked of stuff that didn't matter and i excused myself to practice my standing up defecating skills which were honed to near perfection at that point. upon my return sarah started up with how the hottest girl in the world was waiting outside the door as i was in there. i hate pooping. we finished out drinks and left back for the car. i was actually sleepy. i peed in the parking lot that we passed on the way to our car and caught up to sarah in time to bleep the car open when she got there. we decided to try to put the seats down in the car so we could stretch out. it prolly worked great for sarah cause she's like five foot nothin' but i was all scrunched up and all my soft spots were on the hard parts of the seat backs. as i fell asleep i remember wanting to pull her close to me like a teddy bear but that was bad for business so i made a mental note. the kind that sticks in our sleep. i used to cuddle with everyone i slept with. on accident. i slept like badly.
i think i woke up first the next morning with a horrible pain in my lateral muscle where the bolts that held the sit down were poking into. after tossing and turning for maybe three minutes i decided it was time to leave. i got up and change my shirt and reset the car. sarah wasn't ready yet. she was still sleeping even as we put the seats back. i pulled a few times from the secret whiskey bottles behind the seats and started the car. normally i hate to have any alcohol in my system when i drive... but it was gonna be a long day. we had to get the car back by 5pm and we wanted to hit the dali museum in figuerras.
we found the highway pretty easy cause we figured out that when there's no signs in france that means to just go forward. down the highway and out onto the freeway finally we zoomed back towards our destination a full loop. we stopped at one of those huge commercial complexes that seem to be the only thing you find on those big freeways that have toll booths. the third day of not showering made brushing our teeth seem like really really refreshing. i washed my face with a vigor in the mens restroom and the men shot me strange looks.
safely outside the restroom with my face still dripping i found sarah in the cafeteria type thing. she was getting some fruit. all of it. she'd dumped a whole bowl of peaches into hers. i looked around for something to fend of the morning demons and settled on a loaf of bread and a beer. i walked back over to her and she said in a low voice
  "i think these are sposed to go on top that yogurt right there." she said as she pointed to a bowl of white gunk.
  "you can't put em back now" i said.
she dabbed a bit of yogurt over the top of her bowl of fruit as to make it look official and we went to stand in line. this place had one of those herd like mentalities going on up in it. there was two cashiers and two lines and one was really long and one was really short. i b-lined for the short one right behind some fat english men. they were talking about money as if they were bankers or something and every once in a while they laughed at the misfortune of others as it came up in their conversation. they were waiting for the big fat heart attack special so we got to go in front of them in line. sarah paid and we sat down at the first table outside the cafeteria. groggy and smelly we started in on our breakfasts and sarah muttered something about how her peaches didn't taste like apples and i laughed. the english men sat down next to us and i remember trying not to look at them as they stared at me. maybe i was just hallucinating. those truck stop side a the road places always get me all on edge.
finished and out the door we sped on to figuerras. or tried. sarah fell asleep half way into it and we hit dead stop and go traffic that looked like the neck of a dragon as it winded its way all the way up and over the mountains that make the border to spain. sarahs head kept falling forward and tilting sideways but she was out cold. i tried to drive smoothly but we kept having to stop. and then go. a few hours later we were finally going downhill and things opened a bit but there was tons of cars all the way to figuerras where we exited and paid another toll. lost again. this time in figuerras i flipped a hard u-e and sarah woke up and we shot gravel out behind us. i pulled into a gas station to ask where the museum was and sarah got enough redbulls to make everyone super happy. round abouts and up streets and over the crest of a hill showed us the ball like dome made of triangles that you can see all the way from the freeway. this marked the spot of most of dali's work as well as his final resting place. he is buried under that thing. we found a parking spot behind some dumpsters and i burnt the clutch our trying to back up a 60 degree hill into it. out we stepped with redbulls into the early day heat. it would only get worse.
we decided to give figuerras a little stroll and saw some of the touristy places until i saw the shade of the plaza outside the museum and pointed us there. it was at least 100F out here and no breeze. the museum is like watching the stars cross the sky the very first time you take lsd. it just gets better and better until you get to the end where it dwindles off and your so tired that you just wanna get the fuck out. that's good. any place that can make me full of something i like has done it's job in my opinion.
we tried some sandwiches and white martini. not like martinis but martini like olive wine. or whatever the fuck it is. glorified vermouth. basically. back down we took the highways to avoid the tolls. it was slower and sarah liked that and we didn't have to pay any more tolls. i should have thought of it before.

we wound our way through catalunya and back down through the coastal cities below costa brava and finally to mataro to find my friend musta. he wasn't around and we took off back to barcelona. we were mostly on time and almost out of gas. sometimes while driving i get this feeling like everything is going to fast as the signs whip by without reading. i think we took an almost alright exit and started out way down towards the ocean from the top of barcelona.

  "we could get gas there." sarah reminded me.
 
i checked the gas gauge which was below empty. the light had come on quite a while ago. i evaluated the risk of using wrong ways to get to where i wanted to go.

  "there's sure to be another one on munteneer. it's a big street." i assured her.
 
down we went back into barcelona. my only real driving technique in big cities is "try not to be an asshole or a pussy". other than that everything goes. we made it down to diagonal and took it up to plaša francesc macia and then down towards sans estacio where we'd got the car. if the gas light could blink right then it would have. we zoomed around and when all seemed almost lost we finally found a station. i started to pack while the guy filled up the car. barcelona is like oregon. "no pumping your own gas". fucking weird. changing my shirt gave me the feeling of taking a shower with irish spring soap. or something.

the car back. our stuff in hand. we went back to whence we came. my metro ticket failed and sarah had to wait for me. she had all my money and credit cards and passports cause i lose everything. i waited in line for what seemed like for ever to change in my crunched up metro ticket. the girl looked at me like she had some ideas and i was so tired and burnt i couldn't even reciprocate. she gave me a whole new ticket and winked. i ran back to the metro gates and sarah was still there. she prolly didn't even realize that 20 minutes had past. she may have even fallen asleep for half those minutes. fuckit. the train took me home and i yelled to her as she went her way. i got home and sleep took me.
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