Sunday, August 3, 2008

One Year Malaka!

Well it’s been a year now. One year since I flew over to Venice on a one-way ticket and walked into that shit hotel scared as hell asking myself “Oh dear God, what did I do?” One whole year living abroad and I am still here, man. Dunno how but I did it but now I can cross that off in my goal book. Shit, I’m living my dream and loving life :)

I’m much healthier again now since I’ve started taking my antibiotics. All of my friends are pretty much gone and there’s really only two more weeks of this craziness before things start to chill the fuck out. I don’t know how much longer I will work at 69, but they generally close somewhere in September. More money is always nice and if the job gets easier I just might do it!

There are some strange pictures of my leg below so let me just explain: What you see below is a bit of damage that can only come from yet another stupid game of my childhood brought back to life- The Dead Leg Game. Basically, you hit the person in the leg when they are not paying attention and they cannot hit you back. Rather, they must wait later until when you are not paying attention to get the proper revenge. I was hit twice while making out, which was not funny at the time but now’s worth the chuckle. Yes, it’s immature but such a fun game! I wouldn’t advise playing the dead leg game with people who are much bigger and stronger than you, nor when drunk with said people, and certainly not two days in a row. I am still healing… Other games not to play: The BB gun game (how many pumps can you do?), The Circle Game and too many more. For God’s Sake, man! Grow up!!

~Happy anniversary me!

The good thing about the Italian wave is the women... these beauties are from Roma.
Costas and Dragon. Our security.
Some of the new Italian Kamaki staff.
This is the other Costas who I'm always beefin' with. He still tries to tell me what to do and I still don't listen..
My wounded leg took a few shot to the knee cap somehow. The next day i discovered this