Maybe I didn't give Cologne enough credit.
COLOGNE, GERMANY.
After I've reached my destination via train track--- I meet this Canadian fellow... we check in at the same hotel. My phone's gone all haywire. We promise to reunite for an evening of expedition. That's what it is. When I first get there, it's fresh and new. There's a gothic cathedral, big as fuck, land-marked in the center of town. I never enter it...go figures...but, I watch it from far away, never up close--- which seems odd at this very moment. Peculiar! Why didn't I enter (or, at the very least, walk to the base and touch the gravel stone?).......
But.... alas! I never approached the gothic thing... just peered from afar, gasping at its darkness.
So, I book a room in this somewhat ritzy town,,, lots of chain-stores and accordions and this eery cathedral... GIANT. The size is shocking.
So, I book a room. I purchase a cute little bottle of wine. First, I walk 2 miles, searching for a grocery store. I find one inside of a German mall, with chocolate shops and shoe stores. I buy a small red wine... a screw top. I return to my room: a bed, a mini fridge, a marble bathroom. I roll a joint. I light up a joint (weed supplied from good old Amsterdam) and drink my petite bottle.
Canadian knocks on my hotel door. I answer....buzzed from a mini-bottle and a small joint. We walk. There's a concert. We eat kabab. We meet four German blonde girls. We all go dancing at a club. Lots of techno. Lots of beer. We dance like robots (my specialty). I'm a hit.
I walk back alone. I stop at McDonalds. I eat a fish fillet. I look for the giant cathedral. I get hassled by two tacky German guys with frosted hair. I find my hotel (right next to the giant cathedral). I pee my pants. I pass out. I wake up. I've lost my wallet. I freak out. The Canadian knocks on my hotel door... gives me 20 euros. I search for my wallet. I retrace my steps... back to the concert... back to McDonalds. No such luck...free CocaCola. A car is turned over. I give up. I buy a night at a shitty hostel. I smoke another joint in a parking lot...it's raining. I cry. A guy drops a gun. I cry some more. I hate Cologne.
COLOGNE, GERMANY.
After I've reached my destination via train track--- I meet this Canadian fellow... we check in at the same hotel. My phone's gone all haywire. We promise to reunite for an evening of expedition. That's what it is. When I first get there, it's fresh and new. There's a gothic cathedral, big as fuck, land-marked in the center of town. I never enter it...go figures...but, I watch it from far away, never up close--- which seems odd at this very moment. Peculiar! Why didn't I enter (or, at the very least, walk to the base and touch the gravel stone?).......
But.... alas! I never approached the gothic thing... just peered from afar, gasping at its darkness.
So, I book a room in this somewhat ritzy town,,, lots of chain-stores and accordions and this eery cathedral... GIANT. The size is shocking.
So, I book a room. I purchase a cute little bottle of wine. First, I walk 2 miles, searching for a grocery store. I find one inside of a German mall, with chocolate shops and shoe stores. I buy a small red wine... a screw top. I return to my room: a bed, a mini fridge, a marble bathroom. I roll a joint. I light up a joint (weed supplied from good old Amsterdam) and drink my petite bottle.
Canadian knocks on my hotel door. I answer....buzzed from a mini-bottle and a small joint. We walk. There's a concert. We eat kabab. We meet four German blonde girls. We all go dancing at a club. Lots of techno. Lots of beer. We dance like robots (my specialty). I'm a hit.
I walk back alone. I stop at McDonalds. I eat a fish fillet. I look for the giant cathedral. I get hassled by two tacky German guys with frosted hair. I find my hotel (right next to the giant cathedral). I pee my pants. I pass out. I wake up. I've lost my wallet. I freak out. The Canadian knocks on my hotel door... gives me 20 euros. I search for my wallet. I retrace my steps... back to the concert... back to McDonalds. No such luck...free CocaCola. A car is turned over. I give up. I buy a night at a shitty hostel. I smoke another joint in a parking lot...it's raining. I cry. A guy drops a gun. I cry some more. I hate Cologne.
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