"war is gods way of teaching the americans geography"
a few days ago, i was walking down a street in dusseldorf. it was a particularly busy street with bars lining the sides of the path. naturally, crazy drunks were rambiling about, and apparently, some type of frat/sororty function was going down that saturday evining, which added to the ammount of crazy shit. a crazy man in a medical gown was jumping around the town center, startiling people and waving his stick at them. he had a shower cap on and a clown nose, and although people were disquested by his antics, he appeared to be having a blast.
this is when we met eyes. he raised his stick at me. i stepped back, assessed my situation, and realized what i had to do. taking notice to the 4 foot badass umbrella (my weapon of choice over here), i unhoisted it and held it in battle ready position...
from there it was on, we had a beautiful, 15 second battle in the middle of the street center. it was great, so funny. afterwards we were both laughing our asses off. weather he was a real lunatic or a collage kid on a dare, i do not know.
played cage ball the other day. patrick and i, being americans, suck at soccer. we tried anyway. it wasnt pretty. we kept missing the ball, kicking like girls, and usually just getting tricked out and never touching the ball in the first place. the only action took place when both shary and i went for the ball. being on seperate teams, we both sucked, we knew we sucked, and had our mindset back in america, and back on old school american full contact football.
shary would be running infront of me, i would be behind him, we would be chasing the ball. unable to pull infront of him, id just use my weight to slam him into the plexy glass as hard as i could. afterwards, hed usually throw me off, wed forget about the ball and totally throw down in the middle of the field, kicking, punching, elbowing, head butting, slamming against the ground. the game would stop and the germans would watch us. if it got too vicious, thed throw the ball at us a few times to break us up. it was hallarious. they couldent believe we were actually friends, and couldent believe that we would hardcore fight eachother over nothing, and then laugh like nothing happend. germans would never do that. if u shove someone, as a friend or otherwise, it means your going to fight- and if u fight someone, it means you are no longer friends. wtf? if i had a dime for every time if faught shary... damn. they got a little bit pissed though because we kept bleeding all over all their stuff. one of em told me i was the most aggressive sports player hes ever seen. fuck it, i hate fucking soccer, and atleast we made it fun. (but im pretty sure my wrist is broken... whatever)
otherwise, weve been hitting bars and clubs every night. only occasionally are there house parties, but they usually rock. being an american over here makes you an instant celebrity, you end up in conversations with every single person at every single checkout counter. you say excuese me to a stranger in a club instead of 'ein schulegung' and you end up having drinks with them. the bar tenders at all ur favorite bars give u cuts on the drinks and greet u by name when you walk in.
theres kind of like a swarm here. everyone who parties follows a particular track. tuesday is the tohillo (a spanish pub, my favorite), wednesday is the park or a party, thursday is the exibition, friday is kronski, saturday is the apfelbaum, etc. you follow the wave, u meet people, after a week you walk into the tohilo )like last night) and litterly say hi to 50 people. you meet another dozen. you get free drinks, people say hi and call you the amerikäner. honsetly its insane. if you see someone at a table across from you, all you have to do is speak english so they can hear it, and its a sure fire bet that in 20 minutes tops ull hear them try to speak english words amongst eachother in preperation to talk to you or in hopes that youll notice.
see the people here have grown up with american culture infecting them. western civilization works like a virus, it has fingers in every corner of the world. our style, our music, the way we wear our clothes or act in movies, etc. all the big movies over here are the same ones as home, except poorly dubed over in german. tommy hillfigger (sp) is some seriously hot shit, the war of the worlds, or die kreig der welte, is advertized everywhere. night clubs in germany are called night clubs, and not nacht clubs. were everywhere. people spray paint 50 cent lyrics on the walls at school, shops advertize 'hot american stuff' and then...
there one is... a real, live american. "i wonder if he speaks english?`i wonder if he's seen the oc? is he from california? LA maybe? does he surf? he looks like he surfs. he looks like the americans do in the movies. look at that wierd pack of cigarettes he has! how different! hes not wearing puma shoes? wow!"
we are aliens over here... and believe you me, its best to capatalize on that with full force.
anyway, to culminate this post, some germans are coming to america.
sabrina
carina
maren
britta
(the end of this week, untill the end uf july)
then, on the 18th, the boys come in with us.
marc,
felix.
so, on the 19th or 20th, im seeing like a big kick off, ya know, like kick ass party- show them what the deal is. either at my place or sharys. havent determined a venue yet. im seein everyone there. kat, sadie, giles, all you guys. my brother ian, matt n if your out there, your gonna wanna be in on this. Britt-G, you should come too.
as for me and shary, were off to what were told is going to be the biggest party we will ever be to in our lives. hahahaha. I LOVE THIS COUNTRY.
Saturday nights alright for fighting,
Stephen Motherfucking Cook
this is when we met eyes. he raised his stick at me. i stepped back, assessed my situation, and realized what i had to do. taking notice to the 4 foot badass umbrella (my weapon of choice over here), i unhoisted it and held it in battle ready position...
from there it was on, we had a beautiful, 15 second battle in the middle of the street center. it was great, so funny. afterwards we were both laughing our asses off. weather he was a real lunatic or a collage kid on a dare, i do not know.
played cage ball the other day. patrick and i, being americans, suck at soccer. we tried anyway. it wasnt pretty. we kept missing the ball, kicking like girls, and usually just getting tricked out and never touching the ball in the first place. the only action took place when both shary and i went for the ball. being on seperate teams, we both sucked, we knew we sucked, and had our mindset back in america, and back on old school american full contact football.
shary would be running infront of me, i would be behind him, we would be chasing the ball. unable to pull infront of him, id just use my weight to slam him into the plexy glass as hard as i could. afterwards, hed usually throw me off, wed forget about the ball and totally throw down in the middle of the field, kicking, punching, elbowing, head butting, slamming against the ground. the game would stop and the germans would watch us. if it got too vicious, thed throw the ball at us a few times to break us up. it was hallarious. they couldent believe we were actually friends, and couldent believe that we would hardcore fight eachother over nothing, and then laugh like nothing happend. germans would never do that. if u shove someone, as a friend or otherwise, it means your going to fight- and if u fight someone, it means you are no longer friends. wtf? if i had a dime for every time if faught shary... damn. they got a little bit pissed though because we kept bleeding all over all their stuff. one of em told me i was the most aggressive sports player hes ever seen. fuck it, i hate fucking soccer, and atleast we made it fun. (but im pretty sure my wrist is broken... whatever)
otherwise, weve been hitting bars and clubs every night. only occasionally are there house parties, but they usually rock. being an american over here makes you an instant celebrity, you end up in conversations with every single person at every single checkout counter. you say excuese me to a stranger in a club instead of 'ein schulegung' and you end up having drinks with them. the bar tenders at all ur favorite bars give u cuts on the drinks and greet u by name when you walk in.
theres kind of like a swarm here. everyone who parties follows a particular track. tuesday is the tohillo (a spanish pub, my favorite), wednesday is the park or a party, thursday is the exibition, friday is kronski, saturday is the apfelbaum, etc. you follow the wave, u meet people, after a week you walk into the tohilo )like last night) and litterly say hi to 50 people. you meet another dozen. you get free drinks, people say hi and call you the amerikäner. honsetly its insane. if you see someone at a table across from you, all you have to do is speak english so they can hear it, and its a sure fire bet that in 20 minutes tops ull hear them try to speak english words amongst eachother in preperation to talk to you or in hopes that youll notice.
see the people here have grown up with american culture infecting them. western civilization works like a virus, it has fingers in every corner of the world. our style, our music, the way we wear our clothes or act in movies, etc. all the big movies over here are the same ones as home, except poorly dubed over in german. tommy hillfigger (sp) is some seriously hot shit, the war of the worlds, or die kreig der welte, is advertized everywhere. night clubs in germany are called night clubs, and not nacht clubs. were everywhere. people spray paint 50 cent lyrics on the walls at school, shops advertize 'hot american stuff' and then...
there one is... a real, live american. "i wonder if he speaks english?`i wonder if he's seen the oc? is he from california? LA maybe? does he surf? he looks like he surfs. he looks like the americans do in the movies. look at that wierd pack of cigarettes he has! how different! hes not wearing puma shoes? wow!"
we are aliens over here... and believe you me, its best to capatalize on that with full force.
anyway, to culminate this post, some germans are coming to america.
sabrina
carina
maren
britta
(the end of this week, untill the end uf july)
then, on the 18th, the boys come in with us.
marc,
felix.
so, on the 19th or 20th, im seeing like a big kick off, ya know, like kick ass party- show them what the deal is. either at my place or sharys. havent determined a venue yet. im seein everyone there. kat, sadie, giles, all you guys. my brother ian, matt n if your out there, your gonna wanna be in on this. Britt-G, you should come too.
as for me and shary, were off to what were told is going to be the biggest party we will ever be to in our lives. hahahaha. I LOVE THIS COUNTRY.
Saturday nights alright for fighting,
Stephen Motherfucking Cook