copenhagen
a few months before, i was in copenhagen with friend, a.
we knew a few people there and was hoping to get a show; that didn't pan out but we went anyway, flew easyjet from berlin. it was fast; we were herded in-and-up-and-down in 45 minutes. the landscape was white from snow (it was more like grey in berlin).
we went to pusher street and a. got a few chunks of hash, cognonym "the evil one". later on we decided to drop acid and paint the got damned city some bright hue. i consumed way too many tuborgs, but the copenhageners had apparently consumed even more; there were kids pissing and getting their dicks kicked from the side, sending sprays of the yellow and warm up their chests. some were being helped along, barely ambulatory, possibly shitting their pants. it was cold, w/ billowing puffs of white emitting from everyones maw.
the acid kept me spry. they call bars bodegas there, which is funny to me. outside a bodega we stood around smoking hash with a couple of guys, oblivious to the weather . one was wearing a thin black military-style shirt jacket. he was small, skinny, had a shock of blond hair and eyes set so far in, you'd think they were backed into his brains. the other was older, gnomish, wearing some sort of rainbow knit cap. they were talking about how they'd like taxes to be higher, the socialists. the little dude turned to the street, the cars passing by, unzipped and urinated all the while conversing. his accent was sort of british, but mostly germanic. i didn't get a look at his dick but i felt the wind and decided to head inside. the door man gave me shit about my tuborg and i told him that this particular tuborg infact came from the very fine institution that he was guarding.
inside my friend m., a native of these here parts (&who had also dropped), told me that the small guy had been dude she was smoking salvia with in these videos she had shown me back in the day. "small town" i said
yes, very small, she agreed.
"haha" i laughed.
a bunch of people crowded in next to us with a gang of tuborgs, green and classic. one guy lifted his shirt to reveal a tattoo of a hirsuit man with a sword on his torso. it was time to go, perhaps 6 am. we got on the train to go to m's place. copenhagen only has 2 lines, its dead simple.
m's place is actually fritz's place. fritz is off in india, living like a decadent king of stipend of kroners he gets from the govt. danish kroners are very, very valuable, unlike the american dollar (which is merely kinda valuable). at frtiz's place a. rolls a fully packed joint of hash. the dawn is coming and i spend a long time observing a window from across the courtyard. someone had woken up and was making breakfast. "hullo, theres some one up" i said. i sensed i could perceive every detail within the confines of the window frame. it felt great to just sit there and observe; i was very content; i felt like one of those smug cats bunched up like a loaf next to the heater grates.
it started to snow and a. suggested going for a walk. i said "im going to sleep"; i took 2 klonopins and lay down on the couch, watching the snow come down until i passed out.
we knew a few people there and was hoping to get a show; that didn't pan out but we went anyway, flew easyjet from berlin. it was fast; we were herded in-and-up-and-down in 45 minutes. the landscape was white from snow (it was more like grey in berlin).
we went to pusher street and a. got a few chunks of hash, cognonym "the evil one". later on we decided to drop acid and paint the got damned city some bright hue. i consumed way too many tuborgs, but the copenhageners had apparently consumed even more; there were kids pissing and getting their dicks kicked from the side, sending sprays of the yellow and warm up their chests. some were being helped along, barely ambulatory, possibly shitting their pants. it was cold, w/ billowing puffs of white emitting from everyones maw.
the acid kept me spry. they call bars bodegas there, which is funny to me. outside a bodega we stood around smoking hash with a couple of guys, oblivious to the weather . one was wearing a thin black military-style shirt jacket. he was small, skinny, had a shock of blond hair and eyes set so far in, you'd think they were backed into his brains. the other was older, gnomish, wearing some sort of rainbow knit cap. they were talking about how they'd like taxes to be higher, the socialists. the little dude turned to the street, the cars passing by, unzipped and urinated all the while conversing. his accent was sort of british, but mostly germanic. i didn't get a look at his dick but i felt the wind and decided to head inside. the door man gave me shit about my tuborg and i told him that this particular tuborg infact came from the very fine institution that he was guarding.
inside my friend m., a native of these here parts (&who had also dropped), told me that the small guy had been dude she was smoking salvia with in these videos she had shown me back in the day. "small town" i said
yes, very small, she agreed.
"haha" i laughed.
a bunch of people crowded in next to us with a gang of tuborgs, green and classic. one guy lifted his shirt to reveal a tattoo of a hirsuit man with a sword on his torso. it was time to go, perhaps 6 am. we got on the train to go to m's place. copenhagen only has 2 lines, its dead simple.
m's place is actually fritz's place. fritz is off in india, living like a decadent king of stipend of kroners he gets from the govt. danish kroners are very, very valuable, unlike the american dollar (which is merely kinda valuable). at frtiz's place a. rolls a fully packed joint of hash. the dawn is coming and i spend a long time observing a window from across the courtyard. someone had woken up and was making breakfast. "hullo, theres some one up" i said. i sensed i could perceive every detail within the confines of the window frame. it felt great to just sit there and observe; i was very content; i felt like one of those smug cats bunched up like a loaf next to the heater grates.
it started to snow and a. suggested going for a walk. i said "im going to sleep"; i took 2 klonopins and lay down on the couch, watching the snow come down until i passed out.