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i have been on the road for the past three weeks, through london, rome, florence, rome again, and now milan. meeting with bands, DJs, rockers, artists, and friends old and new. i dont have any money. i blew through all my cash in london, fucking pounds bleed me dry. i am making my money through DJ gigs that i arranged before, and getting a few more along the way. i have been sleeping on couches, spare rooms, and not at all. i booked a hostel one night. another night was a hotel booked by the amazing promoter in florence. im perfectly happy to live off of a hunk of cheese and salami and some bread from a supermarket, four or five espressos, and a bottle of wine or a few beers a day. when i was a kid i used to dream about hitchhiking around europe, inspired by this movie. i brought some clothes and cds, but i brought too much crap, i mostly leave it at train stations left luggage and right now its in rome at a friends place. all i need is my laptop, camera, phone (+39 34 6583 4978 should anyone wnat to harass/reach me while in italy) and mp3 player, an extra pair of socks, a few pairs of knickers, a spare tshirt and pair of jeans, rechargable batteries+charger.

at the moment im in milan, on the first day i met shenni and her bf, djing some great punk rock at the surfers den bar while cruising around with my hosts kamo and ladystalker. id like to bring home a tattoo from milan, if not milan then rome. something with a italy deathrock (DR/IT) logo incorporating a wolf (in boca al lupo). i think i like milan better than rome, it has a certain urban edge that the rest of italy lacks and that i need to survive. i really like all the graffiti and stenciling on the walls, but the signage and design of the subway system sucks ass. I djd two nights, and met lots of people, and the girls, man, so beautiful. but i think i like the wine and food better
I wasnt expecting to meet anyone per chance from SG on this tour but i did:

Shenni looks better in my hat than i do in hers :/

this is the time of my life. i jumped off. with just a loose plan and a few contacts i had to dive into the oblivion again to see who was stronger, it, or me. so many ideas are rushing into my head, inspirations, people, and experiences... im totally blown away. im an asshole. but an international asshole. ive been living inbetween the cracks of society, discovering just how unnecesary a lot of lifes neccesities are. ive been learnign a lot about myself, people, and the world. i could fill up three or four lifetimes with all the things im aspiring towards, and could probably fill a life and a half with what ive already seen. i dont know how i ever get anything done, but when i do, i count it as a blessing. its really cool to live your dreams and make them into reality. its a cross between a hobo, a cyberpunk, and urban survivalist.

ive done so much, already. sitting in a train station in rome transcribing an interview conducted in an illegal bar in berlin just making the deadline for a magaizine in new york. snapping pictures of an abandoned workshop in milan for use in a design somewhere down the line. chancing on an exhibit of original pinnochio transcripts and illustrations at the palzzo pitti. interviewing a french band in london. kissing a german girl on the dancefloor in italy. getting drunk on wine on top of a hill with the view of florence over the river in front of me. mailing files to a client in berlin from a london wifi cafe. eating a steak hacked fresh off the slab, bigger than my head, in an out of the way roman village truckstop diner - that was a high point, as well.

when i wind up dead in a ditch, you can point out the holes in my philosophies and methods, but at least i did it my way.