I leave ad folders at the front door so i can make drunk notes when i come home at night. when a student, i used to be able to say “when i come home drunk” regardless of day or night. Since then the world has changed. The Croatian taxi driver we rang from the festival we were at tells us all about it. how most people need to have two jobs now to get by since the Yugoslavia debacle. I hope that the two girls we picked up at the hotel made him some unexpected extra cash. I figured he was somewhat of a freak at first. Skids his wheels just a little too often, takes turns quite fast and unexpectedly. His phone rings and he asks me to pick it up for him, while telling me bout his wife and 3 children and how he needs to do all this for his one kid in college.It reminds me of the ride i took with the two smack junkies who took me to my studio for 10 euro cause i had to get there for a meeting at 2 in the morning. They totally got lost , but it made the ride that much more fun. wtf, why do i plan meetings at 2 in the morning?
ah well, late nights. a few weeks ago on my way home (you see i do always make it home in the end), while fighting the faces of other people and late night munchies over my last drink, passing 3 motorcycle cops having it out for one dude on a vespa, (granted he looked like a dick) i saw this posse of guys n dolls on a bridge. i figured something’s happening, cause i always like to think something’s happening, they looked ridiculous to me. all dressed up but not quite being the part. was it a fight? a riot? nah, just a party trying to get a taxi. But my thoughts are all geared up now, i bike on. A sheet of gold leaf paper on the sidewalk; i expect something to happen, like a bomb explosion. not quite. But the moment i pass it, the lights in the house right next to me switch off. that’s something i figured and alltho it’s really not that interesting to others, it is to me. And alltho it’s not that much happening really, it makes me excited enough to realize that sleep should become obsolete. And alltho sleep might be considered the cherry on the cake for many people after a hard days work, who gives a fuck about the cherry if there’s no cake to start with.