Hello from Brussels, Belgium. I love unplanned excursions to Europe, dont you? They keyboard is weird as hell so typing this is kinda a challenge. Im not sure what the temperature is outside, but its somewhere between uncomfortably chilly and fucking freezing. The art and dining is amazing, as can be imagined. Especially the Van Goh museum. And I think it goes without saying that the pot in Amsterdam was the ganja of gods.
Of course I have been clubbing and drinking heavily. Maybe I should slow down on the booze though. Last night Christie and stumbled down the wrong winding street and were nearly molested by some Italian guys. We took refuge in a karioke bar. A Dutch boy sarenaded me and said I had lovely breasts. I tried to climb onto the stage to sing, but alcohol interferes with my balance and sometimes makes me fall down... so I ended up sprawled out on the dance floor in pain. I have a bruise the shape and size of Germany.
