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things done in the last couple days...

walked 15 miles on scorching hot greek road after dunebuggy broke down

developed the most gnarly blistered feet from said walk that you've ever seen

hitchhiked my way to a gas autobody shop where they spoke no english (thanks to the pappou and his bewildered grandson for picking me up)

managed to borrow a gas can from greasy greeks at autobody shop and get dropped off at a gas station

limped down the road for about 5 miles hitchhiking again until a truck full of albanian construction workers picked up me, jumped in the back of their truck and and smoked stogs and drank beers with them for about 5 more miles until they got to their work site (thanks to the truck full of albanian construction workers for picking me up)

hobbled down the road feeling my feet melt and slosh around under massive blood and puss filled toe/heel/ball/foot blisters hitchhiking some more until a metrosexual greek stopped his Fiat to pick me up...he drove me another 2 or 3 miles where he dropped me off and wished me luck...walked the remaining mile 1/2 to my brokeass dunebuggy where i proceeded to weep with joy when i filled the gas tank and started the engine...drove back home spinning donuts every chance i could get...

my feet are finally starting to heal...i took pictures, they are forthcoming on flickr.

here's a little rap i wrote for Julia (the girlfriend), it kind of summerizes what's up...

""in my dunebuggy mashing around town/
in my dunebuggy i got skin so brown/
i go "beep beep" and the ladies go "HEEEEY...."/
but i keep on rolling, lean out and say/
'i got a dunebuggy and i'm feeling so free/
got a lady back home who ain't a breezy/
so keep on walking and i'll keep on riding/
my dunebuggy's fast like an airplane flying/
so next time you hear me go 'beep beep' i'm honking my horn to let you know you're weak'

so, i'm just in my dunebuggy mashing around town/
got my brother at my side and you know he's down/
eating hella gyros and a bag of french fries/
got fruit in my belly so sweet i feel high/
my skin might be brown but my legs are so red/
aint no atkins in Greece i'm eating oil and bread/
putting salt on my eggplant and salt on their game/
cruising in my buggy fly like corey haim/
i got a license to drive and not an ounce of shame/
spinning donuts on your ruins you're yelling "stop!" i'm yelling "lame...!"/
but now my dunebuggy's broke and i'm walking down the road/
got villagers mean mugging with steady blisters on my toes/
i stick my thumb up in the air and i'm showing some thigh/
got to hitchhike 12 miles and that ain't no lie/
a pappou picks me up and he says "yassou!"/
i say "then milou hellenika" and he says "that's coo..."
so we mash to the station to get some petro/
fill the gas can tops and i say "lets go..."/
pappou drops me off about 6 miles out/
so i'm hitching again and feeling hot and i shout/
'goddamn these greeks and their goddamn cars/ goddamn these people and their weird ass bars/ goddamn their ruins and goddamn their beach/ goddamn their ferryboats and my blistered ass feet...'/
so i'm walking again and out of nowhere there's a truck/
they stop, lean out and say "malaka what's up?!"/
turns out their albanians and they're going my way/
they got a job up the road and they invite me to parlay/
so back of the truck i'm laying full spread eagle/
we smoke some stogs, drink some beers, assuring me it's all legal/
they drop me off a mile out but they saved my life/
if i had to walk that bitch again i might have taken my own life/
so my feet are mangled-much looking like the face of freddy krugar/
to top it off i'm fisting coffee from the station sans sugar/
but anyway/
so, i fill my gastank and start the damn engine/
hop in the seat feeling like racecar legend/
now i'm back on the road and i'm ready for a nap/
it's been long ass day steady dealing with hella crap/
i've got visions of blisters dancing through my head/
i've got anger in my belly and a face full of dread/
so i'll say it one more time and i'll say it without shame/
"goddamn these greeks and their goddamn cars/ goddamn these people and their weird ass bars/ goddamn their ruins and goddamn their beach/ goddamn their ferryboats and my blistered ass feet...'/
all in all, i'm rolling eurotrash but i miss SF/
i miss my girl 'mucho mucho' feeling sad i even left/
so in conclusion i think there's only one thing left to say/
Ms. Julia you're the best i'll see you 27 DAAAAAAAYS!!!..."

word to your moms...
xoxoxoxoxo"

now i'm on Ios, i've made some friends, with bar owners and barbacks, which is sort of deadly but apropos for Ios...last night they fed me the girliest of girly drinks, it was pink and called "Madame Butterfly"...i drank maybe 6 of them and then some beers and then went to the local "rock bar" Orange and listened to Audioslave...it was, um, interesting...and then i walked home around 3am and turned on the tube and fell asleep to Beastmaster...it was epic.

i think i've reached the threshold of being sick of greek food, i kind of just want to eat some tunafish salad and call it a day...today i think i'll eat honey yogurt and a pear and an apple and maybe if i'm feeling up to it a peach. the peaches are good here, and so it goes.

oh and, my brother ate 3 gyros last night at 4:30am before bed, and so it goes.