Here in Texas I'm always dissapointed that I don't see more crazy country ass people. Last year we drove to Austin and along the way we stopped at this gas station where at night there were about a million billion crickets by the pumps. So many that you'd kill 2 or 3 with every step you took. And inside these old dudes were in the little quickie mart smoking cigarrettes and playing cards. Here in Houston though it's all just like one big old suburb in Maryland.
Went and saw Layer Cake last night. It was this British gangster movie. Whenever I see English movies the people I see them with are always like "What the fuck just happened?" But it's way easier for me to follow cause I used to live there. It's a cool movie, but it's about older people than Lock Stock or Snatch. It's the thinking man's British gangster movie. And I recognize the leading man, but I don't know where from. It's killing me inside.
My buddy and ex-roomate Rob and his girlfriend Joanna just went on their trip to Europe. Best of luck! My advice for people backpacking in Europe is to make plans but not to expect to stick to them, and to talk to everybody.
I didn't get the room in the loft in Greenpoint I wanted. I'm back on Craigs list again. I tried calling some dude who have a house in Carroll Gardens, but one of the people living there was 45. Fuck off, old people!