Hi all. Stuff I did in the last couple of days:
Went to that festival in Ostrava, made love, drank Czech beer, made hilarious references and translations from a book with neither side really understanding and not really caring, rode the train for 375 kilometers to Prague, visited my bud Ales who makes his own bass guitars, rode another train for a few hours, got off in Cesky Budejovice (Budweis) and went to a punk pub I know, met some cats at 2 in the morning who took me to a Czech disco (this is where it gets interesting), boned up on me Czech, heard the weird DJ play that song by some friends of mine and the text goes, "It's time to start a fight ... to save the world," and we gonna do it, met another guy who was skinny as a rail but outrageous and all the girls loved him, he saw one girl who was wearing an open-back shirt and he grinned and licked her all the way up the back to her neck, she turned around and instead of smacking across the face instead spread a toothy grin his way, then he popped out one of his front tooth, an injury he explained by getting punched out by some skinheads he mouthed off to (Czech skinheads? Was fuer ein' wiederspruch!), and he became another of my personal heroes, rode the 5 am train to the border, shook hands with the lone border agent as the train lazily waited in the early morn, he went back to reading, got off at the next big town in the next little country, hitch-hiked another 400 kilometers, part of the way with a wise man from Nigeria who told me all kinds of true-life tales from his magical country, another big rig trucker took me right to the front door (!) of a friend o' mine in a town far-away, who is in fact a wine meister of high repute, and we laughed and drank his (own) delicious red wine. I told him of my recent journeys ... Peace. -Todd