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Friday, November 19, 2004

aahhh florence 

me and macunas are batteling it out at adjacent internet terminals right now in venice. we just came from florence were last night was nuts. macunas' night was much worse then mine but not everything was lost. we started by drinking and playing cards in the hostel with a bunch of other people and eventually the topic of conversation led to the ever loving green god we all worship, weed. this kid who just came from amsterdam had smuggeled a little bit out of the country and offered to smopke us all up, fucking sweet. it was killer stuff too. when we all got back th elounge it was one of the funniest things iàve seen to see everyone stumble back in one at a time and just zone out. this one girl just put her head down on the table and went blank. the rest of us zoned out to X2 on the tv were amazed at every special effects shot. i was actually very happy to see people besides myself talking about and discussing the x-men. i tried to stay out oif hte conversation and just let them run with it. it was nice. glad to see its only america where that stuff is not common place.

after the movie ended it wzas obvious we were all still stoned and now a little drunk. so of course me and matt spearheaded a movement to go back to the previous nights bar where we had seen this sweet 60's cover band the night before. I think they were called "dirty last minute band". very good. gathered this punk rock girl and this guy who was in the finish army and departed. everyone else was just done. that weed rocked them all.

the band last night sucked but we managed to down another of hte largest beers i've ever been served. then, even drunker we stumbled to another bar. on the way we bumped into this big blond aussie guy we partied with in rome. he was fleeing the scene of a fight he had started moments earlier. hilarious. the bar was a forgetful blur after i had ashot of tequila for ordering a beer. i recovered from my blacked haze 2 hours later when i realized i was just aimlessly wondering hte streets. with no clue where i was, or where matt was, i just started asking for directions from everyone in sight, of course there are only soo many people on the street at 2 in the morning on a thursday night.

i managed to get back to the hostel which was locked. it was now 2:30 and it was closed for the night. so i did what any drunk would do, i banged on the door until someone answered. i think i may have punched the doorbell too. the clerk came out and seemed a little confused and angered. for some reason he let me in, i wouldn't have. the finish kid was sitting in the lobby waiting to see if either of us were going to make it back. apparently the three of use got into an arguement about which way to get back, ending when we each took totally different paths. when i got up to the room i didn't see matt and asumed he was a lost cause. his story is much more tragic. but funny. today, has been a recovering waste.

2 comments

so nice my ass
fuckin guy coulda open the door for him
or got someone who could
bullshit-the whole thing stinks

good work barone

By Blogger murphy, at Friday, November 19, 2004 11:09:00 PM  

Bmbing back to the stone age, you say. That sounds like a great idea! We should bomb more things back to the stone age. Just think of the possiblities. All the jobs that would be created in bomb factories. Of course our debt would skyrocket, but then we could always bomb the international bankers. It would be like killing two birds with one stone really. Wow, Damon, the pro Bomb everything platform you've got is really something! We should run out, get you babtized and pin an elephant on you're chest.

On a related note; Matt and Matt should probably have been supervised. I always suspected that one us would cause an international incident (ala "Weekend at Bernies 2") but I figuered it would have been Murphey. Though we shouldnt underestimate Barone. I only hope that they get stoned enough to avoid thinking

By Blogger NoBrainRequired, at Saturday, November 20, 2004 6:40:00 PM  

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