I've gone out a couple of days without posting since the connection here is shoddy at best. Here's some of the stuff I typed out earlier.
You wouldn't believe some of the shit here in Europe. There are, like, twenty kinds of ketchup and everything has paprika in it. Nothing is spicy, abso-fucking-lutely nothing. I spent today sitting outside of a callshop reading Poppy Z. Brite next to a drifter I'm sure could read my mind. So far I've been hit on by a strange Brit from Manchester who keeps fucking with my Panda backpack and an Eastern European named Otto that looks like a Russian war criminal. I've eaten some bread and chips. Fucking delicious chips, though. I think I'm addicted to potato chips.
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