yeah so uh...i'm in florence. i don't know a lick of italian, which will make this whole first week pretty interesting, but hey, i'm an adaptable guy. supposedly.
my host family is pretty fly - an english teacher and her 25-year-old daughter, who is working as a graphic artist and is pretty neat overall. she actually took me to a pop/punk/hardcore show this weekend, which after the bands were finished turned into a disco, but still with pop/punk/ska music, with strangely enough a few beach boys songs mixed in. and we smoked hash with her friends. the point is, i was rocking out and occasionally moshing with punky italians. the place was apparently called the flog, which i thought was pretty comical, because, come on. flog is a funny word.
i am so determined to find my way around florence and learn italian and not look like a tourist, even though everyone who actually lives here will immediately know i'm not from here seeing as there are practically no black people (and if they are, they're african black, not black black). that aside, i'm going to try to convince people i'm a famous rapper.
It took me nearly three days to spot a pair of Nikes. Considering I brought 6 pairs of sneakers with me...hmmm.
i finally get to say ciao without feeling like a pretentious douche. woo!
my host family is pretty fly - an english teacher and her 25-year-old daughter, who is working as a graphic artist and is pretty neat overall. she actually took me to a pop/punk/hardcore show this weekend, which after the bands were finished turned into a disco, but still with pop/punk/ska music, with strangely enough a few beach boys songs mixed in. and we smoked hash with her friends. the point is, i was rocking out and occasionally moshing with punky italians. the place was apparently called the flog, which i thought was pretty comical, because, come on. flog is a funny word.
i am so determined to find my way around florence and learn italian and not look like a tourist, even though everyone who actually lives here will immediately know i'm not from here seeing as there are practically no black people (and if they are, they're african black, not black black). that aside, i'm going to try to convince people i'm a famous rapper.
It took me nearly three days to spot a pair of Nikes. Considering I brought 6 pairs of sneakers with me...hmmm.
i finally get to say ciao without feeling like a pretentious douche. woo!
Too bad I'm pretty much out of money, with a month and a half left to go in Florence. I wish I were good at telling stories, cuz then I'd mention more eloquently what's been happening -
Been to Venice and Carnivale, seen ?uestlove at the Flog, admired a lot of graffiti, lost money at strip clubs in Barcelona, gotten drunk with the Irish, painted my face silver, and well, more I guess. Whatever.
Life, ugh. I cut my hair too, I'm nearly bald.
AND if a little asian girl named Jen pops up as a SuicideGirl in the relatively near future, give her mad props and encouragement since i totally know her. phaaat.