home:

Redecorating is actually kind of badass. Woah.

Welcome to the Speakeasy.

Free dogs & cheap Maker's at Bar 107?

Guess I must be in LA.

last night, out at a show. some great new people said "we're all going back to blah blah's. you coming?" i say "yes." hot girl says "no and you should stay with me because i'm a hot girl." they all shrug and leave, i lick my chops and grin, we have one drink and hot girl says "i want to do more drugs." i say "more? what are you on now?" hot girl says "speed, coke. a couple of pills. hey...where'd that guy i wanted to fuck go?" i say "wow. thanks. i'm-a go somewhere else now."

Sometimes the most amazingly rad things just happen.

Moustaches, for example.



Right? You're there in Berlin, chilling with Russians, drinking Baltika, when suddenly:



And these guys just do NOT fuck around. For serious, like. They even took their awesome to the states in order to outawesome other awesomes:



Gypsy music, cold drinks and world class moustachery on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.

This might just be as good as it gets.

Hello Berlin; it's good to see you again. I'm going to stick around this time, rather than freak out and leave you when things start getting serious and commitment issues rear their heads.

The first round of visa crackdowns meant runs to the border every 15 days. The second round means that, as of last week, I can no longer get the visa that I will need when mine runs out in a month.

Ultimately, this is a fantastic excuse to head back to Berlin. I miss Berlin.

Thank you Thailand; you made a tough decision easy!

Fuck you, 2008.


Moving right along...

Cooking with Roger.

Click. Do it.