If I get that LA internship, that’ll be awesome.
If I don’t, then more gigs for Wolfclub
ma nigga Sergio
If you haven’t been to Villa Littorio. Then you will never truly understand why I am who I am.
A lot has been going on in the world since I left London. The riots and the US’s S&P downgrade. But in this quiet little town in the mountains of southern Italy, the only window to the world’s chaos, is the news site on your Safari browser. It truly is a place where you an get away from it all. Sure Italy is about to be the next Greece when it comes to debt crisis, but these small towns’ economies are mostly run within themselves. And if there were riots, they’d only last probably 30 minutes, because they’d have to take a smoke break. Like I’ve always said, if Obama screws up bad enough, or if World War III breaks out, I’m movin to Villa.
In this quiet town you don’t do much. Okay yeah I was lazy piece of ass sometimes in London, but really the only things to do here is eat, drink, and sleep. Oh yeah and play soccer, but I’m absolutely terrible and the kids here can bicycle kick by the age of 9. Most nights end up in the nearby town of Piaggine, where most of the other towns’ youth come to drink as well, at an American owned bar as a matter of fact. Well, the owner lived in New York for a while, but I’m pretty sure he was born here.
It’s very odd to meet outsiders here. When you walk down the streets you have to get used to everybody staring at you like projections from Inception. But unlike projections, the people are nowhere near as hostile. Maybe it is because most of the town is family (612 inhabitants, pretty much all cousins, uncles, aunts, etc.) but everybody is always excited to give you food, or drinks no matter if they’re related or not. Don’t expect the same kind of treatment in Rome, Naples or other big cities. Like all big cities, residents are required to walk around with a stick up their ass. As for other outsiders, I did meet some other Americans and somebody else from Holland. Which to me was kind of like when Marla Singer walked into The Narrator’s support groups in Fight Club. Yeah that sounds selfish and rude, but I don’t mean it in that kind of way. When other english speakers are around, I don’t learn much Italian. It is nice though to have people you can have an entire in-depth conversation with, so to those who I met one shady night in Piaggine, it really was a pleasure to meet you, and I’m glad there are other Americans who know that the rest of the world doesn’t live on SUV’s, McDonalds, and Wal-Mart.
Well, this will be another short entry and maybe one of my last for a while. I leave for the states this upcoming week, and a lot of my wit has been put into a screenplay rebooting a dark comedy written senior year of high school. As for those of you who enjoyed the music and creative writing (Oyster Card, Ari Gold, Circus Animals) on this blog, I may start up another focused more on just that. So lots of reblogging with music, videos, and music videos I find interesting, and the occasional work of my own.
This sounds like goodbye, and it could be, unless I put something up before my departure in the next couple of days. Next time I leave Arizona be sure to expect more. Or who knows? Maybe more adventures await back home?
It’s already been 5 weeks, and my time in the United Kingdom nears it’s end. London is a fantastic place to visit/live. It may be really expensive (no really, if you wanna go somewhere and come out with no money, don’t go to Vegas, go to London) but the energy and atmosphere is different from other cities. London will most definitely be missed, and I plan to return sometime in the future.
Today was not the original day for departure. I missed my flight Wednesday, and the only other flight to Rome was today. But my free Thursday yesterday gave me a chance to finally get all that touristy crap done; sightseeing, souvenirs, crying, etc.
Has it been a week since I last posted something? Damn. I’m slackin. Well, highlights of the past week would have to be;
Singing karaoke in Westminster’s Sports Club. Boy do I feel bad for those that witnessed it. Ok maybe it wasn’t THAT bad, since the song was after all “Safety Dance”. All you gotta do is deepen your voice and give it a little British twang, and make sure to emphasize the “ooooo” in “You can dance if you wannoooooooo”. Couple drinks and shots of Goldschlager, or however the hell you spell that chick drink, helped take the embarrassment away, otherwise a voice crack might have snuck in there or somethin.
And that woulda been embarrassing.
Johnny Cash is still alive. Yeah, you read it right. No really. I saw him in the McDonald’s after Friday’s crawl. Service was slower than shit comin out of a(n) (insert noun here)’s ass. So in the meantime, while waiting for my chicken sandwiches, Johnny whipped out that geetar and serenaded the establishment with “Ring of Fire”. Was quite a show. Don’t believe me? Here’s proof.
Nah, actually just go on my Facebook London album. Too lazy and don’t got time.
Okay well there’s two highlights there. I really don’t remember much else that exciting. Most of my weekend just consisted of the Pub Crawl.
If your ever in London and looking for some upcoming bands and a place for a good drink, well than look no further than Water Rats (pub) featuring The Curious Incident (band). The lead singer is a friend that I met on the staff of the crawl. Told me about his band’s show earlier in the month but I missed that due to work, but this Tuesday I was able to correct that past mistake.
Usually you know how it is;
Come check out my band!
No, these guys were good. Check them out on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/thecuriousincident
I was definitely impressed.
Well, it’s time to say goodbye, not to you, but to my many new friends and acquaintances, Camden, Westminster, London. My bags are sitting by the door packed, got my Gatwick express ticket in wallet, along with whatever Pounds I have left.
And to London, I bid thee farewell.
Time to switch the passports and get out the Euros. Rome here I come.