From the Absent Prof

Hey guys, it’s been a long time. I know. Not much happening here, just two jobs working many hours without respite. I got a new job washing dishes at restaurant called Piperri. The work is hard but it feels good. I get better money than 69 and a meal to boot. The staff are interesting but I like them: a snotty little Greek girl, two bitchy English girls (are they all bitchy?) and a flamboyant but apparently not gay English owner. Being from London, their accents are very strong and I hear all kinds of cockney that makes no fucking sense unless explained. The owner Mark always calls me different names, sometimes similar to ‘Clint’ and other times way off; so I do the same to him. The music is classy and eclectic, stuff like Dean Martin and Sinatra until the end of the night where it’s English ska and Amy Winehouse. None of them like hip hop. Hanging in the back with the Greek cook, I’ve learned to count to ten in Greek and all kinds of random shit.

After getting off at Piperri, I throw on my 69 shirt and head to work and a night of drinking, flirting, all that Jazz. Then, I go home and sleep and do it again. So, as you can see I’ve been as busy as a malaka, but things are winding down now. The crowds have tapered off and all the clubs are closing. I finished at 69 a few days ago and have about two more weeks at Piperri.

What now? My friends are all gone and I feel like the only one left. Even my asshole Albanian neighbors are gone. Once more I can wake up and walk out on my balcony, nude as the day I was born… I’ve managed to save a lot more money here that I thought. I’ve so many options ahead. But the truth is that I like it here. It’s quiet again just like it was back at the beginning and it’s so nice. I’ve had my fun partying, met some cool people and shared good times but now it’s time collect myself. I can live here for months cheaply, something I might do. Or, I might move on. I’ve started writing again, my old novel from back in the day. I’m reading a lot and working out again, eating healthy. Shit, I haven’t even had a drink for two days and after nearly three months at 69 drinking every night I’m sure my liver hates me. Time to detox.

As soon I finish at the restaurant I’m gonna live like a hermit, not sure how long really. I miss all you guys and sorry for being the absent professor, but I’m back now and hopefully I still have some readers left.