The title of this post is mostly ironic, because I don’t feel like I have to defend my life – not from Bryan’s comments or San Francisco Boy Toy’s snarky insults, not to my family who no longer communicate with me, or to my best friend who stopped talking to me years ago after he […]
Sir Bryan and I spent quite a bit of time at hlavní nádraží yesterday trying to find some company, not just for our beds later, but also for a night out drinking at Rudolfa. I was on the verge of taking a handsome gypsy boy who was hanging out on the balcony, despite being heavily
I’m typing this while eating a delicious Romanian dish prepared by Ovi-2. Basically it’s red beans — we couldn’t find any white beans here in Prague that weren’t smothered in a nasty, salty sauce of some kind — plus vegetables and a sour cream/egg mixture that thickened and enriched the stew. It’s prompted more than
Arssi apologetics, occasioned by Romanian fazole Leia mais "
They can’t make it without me, apparently. I got a phone call last night from Bryan, detailing his attempts to get money out of Ovi — the 700 Kč he’s owed since the day he moved in. Bryan told him that he could either pay back what was owed or he could sleep somewhere else.
From a Wikipedia article about the effects of chronic use of amphetamines: Hallucinations are frequently reported in chronic amphetamine users, with over 80% of users reporting the presence of hallucinatory experiences, typically as visual or auditory experiences. Delusions, paranoia, fears about persecution, hyperactivity and panic are also reported as the most common features Bryan, get some help. Seriously. Please. Do
Craig invited Bryan out to eat a bite and drink a beer with me and Marek a couple days ago at one of my favorite Czech hospodas in the center. As you might imagine, Bryan has been a central topic of conversation for many sexpats and tourists here in Prague. If you skim even one of his
Dear Bryan: Although everyone around me has been encouraging me to read your post, presumably for the entertainment value, I just couldn’t do it. I tried twice. It’s not just that it’s 5,279 words — surely a record even for you — but mainly because I can’t get past your initial paragraphs. in which you create the
“Heyulp! Heyulp!” was what I thought I heard one morning, coming faintly through the thin wall separating my living area from the rest of the flat. I had one earplug in, one had fallen out, and I was still half-asleep. So I wasn’t sure I’d heard anything. Then came a crash, followed by some guttural,
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