hello old friend...

jeez..

august 2008. my last entry....

so much has happened since then, but the bigger picture remains the same.

the not so little things are barack obama got elected and inaugurated.

matt and zoe are proud parent.

billy and mia are proud parents.

i was in a speaking play outside of la mama.

i went to london, amsterdam, barcelona and visited onia.

nye kinda sucked.

i am in brazil right now in a pensive mood.

originally i opened this up to write about my brazil travels, but all the above stuff merits at least a scribble. they're pretty major so there they are.

maybe more later if i feel inspired. brazil has been amazing, but i haven't had the motivation really to write anything funny about it.

chau!

poo!

breast night of my life...

fuck buddhism...

fuck taoism...

fuck chanting and meditating- last night with a little help from my friends i discovered the path to nirvana lies in none of these- rather the light from within can be found at a bikini contest. and not just any weak ass bikini contest. the only bikini contests for me are the ones where my new god ***candy ass*** is competing in…

yesterday, i was just some ordinary 35 year old new yorker doing the daily fucking grind. single, not really happy with my job, shrinking penis, ass herpes, etc...

i was done for.

out.

finished.

kaput.

people didn’t want to have anything to do with me. sure i used to run the city back in the 1930's butt now i'm just some old single black mother tryin to earn a buck. i looked back on my life and remembered when i was 25, 15, and 5. life at 35 is not easy and i do not picture it getting any easier for the next 30. thoughts of suicide raced through my mind.

whatever, i thought. it’s cool. i’ve lived a good life. jesus died when he was 33...

i walked over to the fire escape with my head hung low, smoking a cigarette, contemplating ending it all with a non-stop direct flight 16 floors down. i flicked what i thought was going to be my last smoke and was about to follow in the footsteps of its trajectory to end this woeful existence.

right then I got a call that changed my life.

filthy nic called and said that candy’s performing in a bikini contest in far rockaway and that shit is AWWWNNNN for TONITE!

I was like Candy?!?!?!

Candy the white, prissy, JAP girl I met in some noho space?

turns out it was indeed that very same candy, butt I have never been more wrong about a first impression in my life. please. as i was soon about to discover, the girl is about as bitchen as rob halford in all his glory

so filthy nic (my sister for life), hot rob (beautiful boy with a beautiful heart), puerto rico (who as of last night moved up from crush #8 to crush #3), racey casey (goes pee in water bottles while driving then tries to make everyone in the car drink it and then looks aghast at you if you refuse), cali matt (passes out in the car ride home occasionally waking up and saying “moo”), paulrus the walrus (nicaraguan bound, disgnated driver)

and of course candy ass

we all sardined in a some rental van and drove up to far rockaway. there’s one bridge that’s really pretty on the way there. I don’t know the name of it, butt it looked really nice in both directions of the trip. well... i guess if i'm blogging, i'm online and i can google it. there it is- verrazano-narrows bridge. looks great at night with green lights. We got to the connolley’s at like 8ish and there were like 6 dudes there talking about farming sheep with manure or some shit.

i totes pulled candy aside like the brother in little miss sunshine and said we can’t let candy go out there.

we decided to go for a long romantic walk on the beach, smoked ciggies on the beach stoop, dipped our feet in the waters, traipsed over to some bearded clam bar to get some hair taco’s, yapped it up with the bartender. hot rob became creepy telling candy how to pose so he could get some good shots for his iphone.

after about 14 kamikaze’s, candy felt a little loose and we decided it was safe to meander back to connolley’s. we walked back on the boardwalk, all holding hands, we started getting naked, some people made out while others played leap frog. we saw some mosaic whale and mounted it, hot rob and racey casey sustained battle wounds from the whale.

we get to connolley’s at about 10:30pm and it’s a madhouse.

the next 3 hours is a bit boring. basically. hot and crowded and drunk and guido can summarize the experience neatly.

it is absolutely incredible how just outside the most cosmopolitan city in the world, you can get a good glimpse of full on americana. i'm talking like 90 seconds outside the city.

meanwhile... candily was handily getting drunker and drunker drinking vodka with tequila chasers.

the men’s competition finally came.

(schwing!)

the first guy out was wearing white sunglasses and danced to some insanely bad music i believe is known to be classified as HI-NRG. He stripped down to his skivvies to finally reveal a HOT 97 tattoo on his ass.

more incredible fucking beefcake

whatever

anushow, it was finally time for the women’s

the first three came out and were fine. whatever. girls in bikini's. whoo-hoo

then came our girl. the hero of night. my allah, my pope, my zeuss, my elvis...

Flo-Rida was cranked on the speakers with the jizzam of the summer and our girl came out with her face in her hands. I was like, aww shit!!! What the fuck is this embarrassed routine!?!? that's not what we rehearsed?! Then BLAMMO! her top comes off and nothing else in my life really matters... all of a sudden i am whisked away on the wings of fairies to a magical place and there is nowhere on earth or heaven i would rather be...

even though i was my sandwiched in between 8 large guido's with neck fat being pressed into my cheek, this was what they must call heaven because candy and her magical tits had me spellbound. holy shitballs. i could only see like 8% of what she was doing because my line of vision was obscured by people going absolutely ape shit. butt i'll tell you what bitch- that 8% of what I was watching was like having front row tickets to a prince concert.

better.

i mean it was just an ordinary wednesday night in far rockaway until one lonely knot becomes undone and then all of a sudden it’s fucking new years eve.

candy was awwwnnnnn fire! YEARGHE! it was almost too much candy! 26 people in the audience had to be rushed to the orthodontist- from all that sweet, wet, dripping, potent, hot, candy

she immediately got disqualified butt the judges couldn’t kick her off because they had raging boners themselves. no one knew what to do with her! no one had ever seen anything like it before in their lives! one righteous god-fearin’ woman tried to get up and stop it and candy pulled a .22 out of her ass and shot her dead on the spot and then ate her head!!!

that’s the truth.

i am crappin you negative son…

i thought I was a freak. holy shit, I’m a fucking pussy- i’m an altar boy next to this bitch…


candy ass- no one can top you when your topless.

i gots nothing butt respect for you.

you
are

insane,


poo!

dory toes...

best email ever...

Top 10 ways to be the funny guy in the office:

10. Keep telling the same person that they have bad breath even if
they don't, and then punch them in the face.

9. Announce in a meeting that you have AIDS. After everyone gives you
the sympathy remarks, tell them how you are just kidding and tell them
that they are a bunch of queers.

8. Before a meeting fill your mouth with custard. During the meeting,
put one finger in the air and make like you are hocking up a big
loogie. Then spit the custard into a clear glass and hand it to the
person next to you and say, 'beat that'.

7. Inform a male co-worker that he 'wouldn't make a good hooker.' Then
piss in his coffee and tell him that he needs a good 'ass fucking'.

6. Always walk around with a big smile on your face and keep one hand
down your pants.

5. Answer every question asked to you with "fuck if I know!" then call
the person a racial slur that doesn't match their race.

4. Brag about the fact that you own a gun, and keep playing with your
nuts. Get them really sweaty, and then walk around shaking everyone's hand.

3.Shit on the floor of your office and when someone comes in and sees
it, tell them its the fake kind. When they try to pick it up and
realize that their hand is full of shit, laugh and point.

2. Run down the hall with your dick hanging out while pissing all over
and yell, "it wont stop! God help me! It wont stop!" Then when it
stops, look down and say, "oh".

1. Ask to borrow someone's pen. Bring it to the bathroom and stick it
in your ass. Return it and tell the person to smell it. When they tell
you it smells bad, be like, "It should! I had it in my ass!"

back to school

so today was my first day in school in like seriously 15 years or so. and even 15 years ago, when i was in school i was arguable incoherent.

terrified

seriously wet

embalming fluid

crazy. i mean... i had a crazy night. butt crazier still, i went to some stupid link today where there was a woman dancing with her dog to "you're the one that i want" from grease. i can't embed because i just can't this morning. i was seriously disassociated last night. it was an epic night with quirx, g, and horse and we went back to the 70s.

anyhow watched this vid this morning http://www.koreus.com/video/chien-danseur.html while listening to my itunes playlist. the movie starts playing and then like 40 seconds into it, the song comes on. whatever, the vid is stupid, butt at the same exact (maybe 1 second off) the same song comes on my itunes. that is like when you're flipping radio stations and you hear the exact same song playing. butt times 20!

that is absolutely isnance!

i'm going to celebrate and masturbate...

HELP La MaMa WIN $50,000

hygiene poogene...

i pungot to mention that i'm also going to start washing my hands after i go the bathroom. not because i think they get dirtier after i go to the bathroom, butt it's a good excuse to wash my hands. sometimes i just wash my hands and everytime i do, there is serious brown water... so- i'm 35 now. i'm going to wash my hands more often...

i also admit i pungot how to spell hygiene for a minute and had to google it.

integrity...

that is my matt daddy one word resolution of the year and it's been tough butt i been keeping it up butt i do need to ask you where do i draw the line. the other day i wanted to leave filthy nic's apt butt i saw dishes in her sink, so i thought integrity and went back and did them. good job. today, i was at some primary party eating pizza even though i had my first solid BM's in two days and i went pee on the floor. i noticed i kinda squirted north and missed the rim a bit. i thought integrity and wiped my mess up. upon doing so i also noticed that there was pee on the floor before the toilet where there usually is pee on the floor. i didn't know if that was my pee or someone else's urine, butt i wiped it up out if integritious manners, butt is that being integritious or is that going to far? i dunno... i didn't feel better doing it. that's all. i was moe-tivated to write today because she was writing at the party. happy new year everybody.

Hooray for Jock Itch!

or whatever that shit was on my penis! some sorta skin irritation because my member was between me and the surfboard. anushow, it was like itching and shit and then i went and saw a doctor and i liked dropped my pants and showed my penis to the doctor and she mucked around with it and said, nope... not an STD!

i like bounced back up off the chair and started hugging her and shaking her hand and ran around the whole medical center shaking peoples hands like they do in the movies in texas when the shuttle takes off or something.

so...

now that i'm clean, who wants to FUCK!

yay!

so long old pal...

i will update about my awesome hawaii trip soon, and i still somewheres owe an update of p's visit and epic halloween week, however today is the last day i am smoking cigarettes. (crossing my fingers that usually hold my smoke) so... i'm trying to get a carton in me in the next 24 hours. it's actually very sad. i feel like i'm leaving a friend, a lover of 15 years that's been through it all. butt as the girl in the elevator at spring street said, she ain't loving you back. i'm going to miss not all, butt some of the cigs i have are so precious... a bit scared and a bit- i dunno, lonely?!?!?! i'm just going to miss it is all. if only it weren't so cool...

oh well. fare the well sweet tobacco. thanks for the memories...

shit.

just like a girlfriend. the minute i give her up, i want her more than life itself.... i love you camel lights. i really really do.

shit.

ord-lax - hawaii 2007

at o'hare airport (actually at josh's dads in maui- dope) and i'm on board a flight to LAX. Picked a chicken pesto sando at the airport. Planes to LA are funny because LA is funny. Bound to be a handful of dyed blonde heads dressed like they're on rodeo drive. this couple is early 40s , the woman with big blonde hair and then main wearing a tight shirt and he's in shape, but he shouldn't be wearing his shirt that tight. perfectly tussled hair though and the tribal tattoos and some wrinkles. also some sunset youth rockers with piercings and tattoos...

don't get me wrong- i love every minute of it. plus me dressed in sweats tucked into cowboy boots and faux gucci and my rojas t-shirt (LA based designer!) prolly looks pretty california.

my sando was wrapped in some plastic wrap with tons of strong tape on it. it was like super tape and i was futively trying trying to peel back the tape butt it's too complex so you try to bro it open with brute force, butt the tape wouldn't budge... finally, after strangling my sandwich for like 5 minutes i was finally able to get the wrapper off (or rather pulled the sandwich through an opening and pulled the sando through the opening) and polityly consumed my sandwich which now lie before me like in 6 pieces and they looked like they been through the wash. doesn't mean i won't be eating the airline food... it still falls into my favorite genre of food- free food...

looking out the iwndow, i see the baggage peeps throw my bag on the escalating ramp from 10 feet away. gorillas.

****

about to set down in LAX. my last landing into ORD from LGA was a bit rocky. i think the lady in the aisle over was praying not because it was rocky but because it looked like something she did everytime she did every time she landed...

anusways, i was thinking of dying (yay!) and how it doesn't really scare me to die. i mean i would feel horrible only because my mother would have to bury her son. don't misunderstand- i love life and think it's the best, butt it's difficult... fer shur. Die-ing? yeah crashing nad perishing in the flames with schrapnel bits embedded in my skull probably wouldn't be the most pleasureable thing so i'll keep living tonight and enjoy life now.

yes please, thanks you very much.

funny, i used to be scared of dying as a kid because i would be dead and my parents would have to clean my room and my mom would find some porn. funnier that i remembered this and then 2 hours later i was watching transformers in flight and shia le bouf said the exact sme thing innit. twenny from lax, 72 degrees and mountains and desert. california is the fucking best ever....

listening to the strokes right now because that was the t-shirt in tranformers. i thought they sucked for the longest time because angre beavery said he thought they sucked. i don't think so now and i don't think he would think so either actually.

(note to self) i don't understand internet certificates and secure ID, and radius servers in computing. i want to know what that means...

sorry...

the boy next to me is playing with a strecthy lizard and a darth vader. crazy... one of my most vivid childhood memories is of a show and tell in kindergarten (mrs basso's class) hmm.. maybe miss. basso.. anush how, i brought an alligator and luke skywalker and fought them for show and tell. just as the boy next to me thrust his trusty saber into the stretchy lizard's mouth did i do the exact same motion 30 years ago (but with luke). exactly... physical verbatim. crazy.

about to touch down in lax. really could hang here for 3 days to say hi to everyone and play here. butt i have more beautiful beaches to see, and i'm saying that in califonia...

jeez

at o'hare airport (actually at josh's dads in maui- dope) and i'm on board a flight to LAX. Picked a chicken pesto sando at the airport. Planes to LA are funny because LA is funny. Bound to be a handful of dyed blonde heads dressed like they're on rodeo drive. this couple is early 40s , the woman with big blonde hair and then main wearing a tight shirt and he's in shape, but he shouldn't be wearing his shirt that tight. perfectly tussled hair though and the tribal tattoos and some wrinkles. also some sunset youth rockers with piercings and tattoos...

don't get me wrong- i love every minute of it. plus me dressed in sweats tucked into cowboy boots and faux gucci and my rojas t-shirt (LA based designer!) prolly looks pretty california.

my sando was wrapped in some plastic wrap with tons of strong tape on it. it was like super tape and i was futively trying trying to peel back the tape butt it's too complex so you try to bro it open with brute force, butt the tape wouldn't budge... finally, after strangling my sandwich for like 5 minutes i was finally able to get the wrapper off (or rather pulled the sandwich through an opening and pulled the sando through the opening) and polityly consumed my sandwich which now lie before me like in 6 pieces and they looked like they been through the wash. doesn't mean i won't be eating the airline food... it still falls into my favorite genre of food- free food...

looking out the iwndow, i see the baggage peeps throw my bag on the escalating ramp from 10 feet away. gorillas.

****

about to set down in LAX. my last landing into ORD from LGA was a bit rocky. i think the lady in the aisle over was praying not because it was rocky but because it looked like something she did everytime she did every time she landed...

anusways, i was thinking of dying (yay!) and how it doesn't really scare me to die. i mean i would feel horrible only because my mother would have to bury her son. don't misunderstand- i love life and think it's the best, butt it's difficult... fer shur. Die-ing? yeah crashing nad perishing in the flames with schrapnel bits embedded in my skull probably wouldn't be the most pleasureable thing so i'll keep living tonight and enjoy life now.

yes please, thanks you very much.

funny, i used to be scared of dying as a kid because i would be dead and my parents would have to clean my room and my mom would find some porn. funnier that i remembered this and then 2 hours later i was watching transformers in flight and shia le bouf said the exact sme thing innit. twenny from lax, 72 degrees and mountains and desert. california is the fucking best ever....

listening to the strokes right now because that was the t-shirt in tranformers. i thought they sucked for the longest time because angre beavery said he thought they sucked. i don't think so now and i don't think he would think so either actually.

(note to self) i don't understand internet certificates and secure ID, and radius servers in computing. i want to know what that means...

sorry...

the boy next to me is playing with a strecthy lizard and a darth vader. crazy... one of my most vivid childhood memories is of a show and tell in kindergarten (mrs basso's class) hmm.. maybe miss. basso.. anush how, i brought an alligator and luke skywalker and fought them for show and tell. just as the boy next to me thrust his trusty saber into the stretchy lizard's mouth did i do the exact same motion 30 years ago (but with luke). exactly... physical verbatim. crazy.

about to touch down in lax. really could hang here for 3 days to say hi to everyone and play here. butt i have more beautiful beaches to see, and i'm saying that in califonia...

jeez

hmm.. was writing this in my notepad from 4 years ago. it;s filled with journal entries of touring poland for the first time and letters to mon ange begging for her back. on my way to hawaii. just got off the ground (literally) am currently over queens. jeez- flying shore is amazing... i wish it wasn't overcast right now becausei love the view from LGA directly over manhatan.

since i been in manhattan, i travelled a ton. lessee, i been to argentina (2x), italy (2x), vienna (2x) poland (2x), germany (2x) japan (2x), puerto rico (2x), colombia (2x), dominican republic, virgin islands, mexico, korea, taiwan, serbia, israel, brazil, czech republic, uruguay, and various us cities... i would still have to say my memre of hawaii still ranks it as my #1 all time favoritplace. this trip is for loose tea's wedding. the first gilr i kissed in nyc. we moved out here on the same day from the same city, but completely independent of each other. haven't seen her in years so it should be soooo good. golgo 22 is also out there, hee lived across the street from me as a kid so we been friends for like 25 years so that should be soooooo goood to. bradass and aloha ames are expecting to deliver the day front down in maui so maybe i can be a midwife or some shit... (now that i'm typing, i since have talked to bradass- they are stoked on their 1 week old son! - yayuh!). so that will be soooooo goood. too.

*sigh*

finally... my first true love r-dogg lives in oahu w/ her husband and kid. wow. i can't even tell you what we been through together, how much i learned from her and how much she influence me into who/what i am today. we ended things still very much in love butt it had to end... she is the best ever. i don't even know if i can bring myself up to talk/see herbw

*sigh*

fingering through one of my fave mags skymall. i love this shit. in this issue i want the marshmallow rifle (hammacker shclemmker), toaster oven/toaster combo (frontgate), and the mount anywhere tripod from skymall.

at o'hare at the point this point of writing (butt i'm actually at the w hotel now about to jump in the water in honolulu)

i got it i got it! and i'm starting to quit in two days!

anushow, i had this song caught in my head since israel and i just remembered 4 bars of the song. i knew it was by janet jackson and that's about it. i finally got it. it's called again of the album janet and i've listened to it 40 times straight. i love life again.

so much so that i'm quitting smoking after 15 years. i just bought into 280 bucks worth of non-smoking medication chantix to help me quit and shit. really busy now. i might be in plays from now until june. that means basically now nights or weekends from now until june. i dunno...

my mind is rambling, i'm listening to willie right now (a brief hiatus from janet) and i have to go to the gym then i gotta go meet recognize to see the new cohen brothers movie.

right now. i'm really happy. i gotta tell you all about p and halloween one day.

i love you!

poo!

dear abbey...

dear abbey,

well… I failed miserably last night. I would say that there’s a couple things I’m good at in life. Definitely not many, butt meeting new people and striking up conversation is not a worry for me and It’s something that I usually excel at. I have actually been dating (dating as in going on a specific date, not dating anyone) a lot lately and I would have to say it’s been fun. Nothing resulting into any fruition, but you go hang out with a completely new person, they’re pretty, and it’s fresh. What’s not fun about that? Anushow, last night I went on an expedition with a scottish farmer who cultivates his own land… I think that’s right. I met him at 9:45 at my neighborhood Vietnamese restaurant and we sat down and had dinner. It was all going okay until I hit this wall of exhaustion… like I said, when meeting people I would say if there was a problem it would be that I’m too much (read: annoying) for people, butt never am I boring…

Butt dude, I was a complete doorknob. I don’t know what happened. Maybe it was because I had previously been on 2 dates that week. Maybe it was because I was exhausted, butt still usually I recognize the importance of a first impression and can step up. Last night, I was far from it… I have never been so lost as I was last night. Weird… I think he was adorable which was the worst part of it. Or was it that I was feeding off his energy and our chemistry wasn’t there and I was just enamored by his hair?

I dunno… If he sucked, I wouldn’t be beating myself over it, butt the fact that I think I blew… well- it bloze. Like when I have a performance and I fucked up? I can’t do shit for days.

I’m not sure why I want to see him again if it means the possibility of making myself look like a milk dud again. butt I do want to see scott the farmer again…

we’ll see.

hmmm...

that's what i think.

i love new york

i had me some dinner at 90th and amsterdamn at new saigon with the israeli's and their friend farana... i then biked all the way home about 100 blocks, past the museum of natural history, through central park, along museum mile, the apple store, skimming times square, onwards to grand central station (my favorite building in new york), looking up at the met-life building, the crazy citigroup building that is standing on toothpics, crazy madison and lexington money stores, past koreatown, down to gramercy, on to st. marks street. all in 30 minutes to meet purist at kim's video. this city is incredible...

21 is far too young...

23 on the other hand doesn't seem so bad. maybe we age exponentially between the ages of 13-25 and every year you learn a lot. i had dinner with avocado last night. i'm usually pretty open on my thing, maybe i behave like a shady lady at times and use some codes. butt if you had the brain of a buttplug, you could probably break these codes...

so. i can't divulge my avocado history because it's too much. butt since i'm open, i just want you to know that there is a too much out there that i'm not going to tell you. (you being the world, the world being the 3 people a year that actually read my blog)

anushow, after afdy we walked in the rain. i was going to do african theme night, butt he wanted to go to barrio chino which was actually a much better call. la una and sorry were working and we ponied up to the bar after being all caught up in the torrential downpour. i was not at maximum poogene as the night before i was only able to sleep 3 hours due to being loopy with recognize and waxed the previous night.

she got the off the hook chile en nogada that was supposed to be in season due to pomegranate, butt then there were no pomegranates on the dish anyhow silly. i got the mad dope mariscos stew that was exploding with flavor on my tastebuddies.... we started with tacos and guacamole and ended with churros and chocolate. delishus meal made cheap compliments of la una

anyhow. after maybe 6 months in the making of us hanging out we hang out and it proved to be quite enchanting. i really should have slept more the night before because i wasn't quick. sorry avocado... butt he proved to be thoroughly enjoyable company. he's dating some girl right now that is supposedly superdope so i've no choice to see how and where this new found friendship leads.

however. this does represent a big shift in paradigm in choice that i can't divulge here... i know what it is, butt you don't.

more israel..

adi and olivier's wedding was spectacular. right on the coast in qesaria, right on the water with delicious argentian themed food. ceremony was short, dinner was right after, no speeches, and then straight to dancing. adi looked radiant in the dress she designed and never left the dance floor for like 5 hours. dope friends too...

next day i went with jake and his friend to herzliya beach. jake is way dope. he's got these eyes as big as moons and he's quirky and i love how his mind is quirky and weird, i became instantly enamored...

anushow hertzillya is a way a nicer beach than tel aviv and we hung out there all day. we got some shakhooka and some hoomoos. for going to the beach every day, i really haven't been getting super tan like i usually do. i left the beach around 5 and then had to quickly get ready for sharill's friends wedding. again, the wedding was very beautiful in a wonderful location. i met some really cool people again. there was actually another person that recognized me from the olivadi's wedding. i was embarassed because i was wearing the same suit. but that was crazy coincidence. the wedding was fun, butt i honestly wanted to run off to meet jake...

plus it was adiha's birthday. left the wedding, but adi's little gathering was over by the time i got back to the compound. i called jake and went to meet him at lima, lima. got there at 12:00am and met two of his brothers and shir was there as well. we stayed until like 4:30am, then went to some place they were playing more latin/samba type music where guys had their shirts off and were like four feet wide. we stayed there for a minnit, and then went to go eat. fred is a little boy but proceeded to eat 3 sandwiches and all my pasta. mini crush f'sho... we got back at like 6am and went to bed soon thereafter. problem was, i had to get up at 8am to go to haifa. it was yom kippur and i was driving up to haifa with sharill and yax. i had to catch a cab from mc to olivadi's and then get my overnight bag ready and then sharill picked me up and we went to the dopest beach of the entire trip. forget what it was called (dor habonim beach, that's why i took a picture of it!)

beautiful best beach in israel that i went to. people were putting up elaborate tents to camp out overnight for yom kippur. it was really nice and peaceful. we then left and then i went up to haifa and met stainmaker's sister to pick up her portfolio. hmm... vibes. we then went to sharill's house. her mom cooked us a meal, then we walked the streets of haifa overlooking the bahai garden's on yom kippur where the streets were full of people walking and biking because of the absence of cars. except for a few assholes. i returned and finally got a good night sleep for the first time in israel. the next day we woke up and yax came over and we hiked down a trail to a spring where we dipped in 7 times. we then walked past the arab community and went to the beach in haifa next to the monster. beautiful and quiet day. we returned and had dinner and i took the bus back to tel aviv.

last night, i met up with olivadi at the house and we went to go get really good hoomoos. jake came over later and i dunno... he left at like 3 and then i talked israel with olivadi until 4:30am. got to bed at 5:30 and woke up at 7:30 to catch my flight.

one of the best trips i've ever taken.

but maybe i always say that.