H'llo There!

So I'm all alive, rampaged all over India, then rode the big metal porpoise back to Civilisacion, touched down in Denmark, got stabbed a few times*, and I'm sitting here on a Saturday night, apprehensive about hitting the streets of Aalborg with no money to blow on another evening of excessive drinking, no cigarettes to keep my hands busy, not a chance in hell of makin any time... I think I'll write to you fine specimens of teeth and meat and hair.

This-all here is just to let you volken know I'm in one piece, as stitched together and rickety ripshod as that singularity may be.

Dunno if I can fit anything worthwhile about my summer travels here, but if I do, at some point, happen to write something anomalously brilliant about it, and it doesn't betray my shameful contempt for humanity too blatantly, I'll slap it up. I will say that my last journal's title was extremely incongruous with my 'India experience' as the monsoon never quite caught up with me in my circuit around that zany furnace of a landfill. Just as well, I hate rain and especially slipping in slicks of shit, and the smell of wet garbage and all that.
You want quick facts? I smoked a lot, mostly because I discovered my very own cigarette company (operating fine in my absence) servicing the whole of the subcontinent with ghastly cancer: H.G.O.M.C.P. Wills - "an exquisite blend of exclusive tobaccos"... how bout that, eh you jerks? A pretentiously over-initialed gasbag with the same last name as my first name, except for an 's', but that just makes it sound all the more possessive, as in MY possession, like it's my company, get it? Fuck, now you all know my real name. Ah well. Continue to address me as Astro (or Awesome Astro) or there will be nothing but extremely uncomfortable and life-questioning sex drawings in store for the next several months. Wills Classics and Navy Cuts were especially awful chokes, after a while I took up rolling my own again.
Speaking of rolling, I think I've experienced a significant Leveling Up in my art. I spent a ton of time scratching up real paper with a cheap pencil while on my travels (mostly at the end, holed up for 3 weeks in the Dalai Lama's joint, McLeod Ganj) and I have quite a bit of output to share...if that's what you're into. What else?
Uh, I got a bitching suede bandito poncho -- and some chopper American-Asshole sunglasses (I never own sunglasses) -- and a silly-ass flattop Russian-Muslim wool cap. It is notable that I am presently quite bearded, and I got so many thumbs-ups for it in India that all your ass would have totally blown off if you were there. Of course all these thumbs-ups came from men, mostly pretty haggardly unkempt men, and all women and even most of my male friends here in Denmark beg me daily to shave the filthy thing off-- but hundreds of real-life, physically exaggerated, enthusiastic m'er f'ing thumbs-ups! That's how serious my beard is. Deal with it.
I read a ton of books - more in the last 3 months than the last few years combined; sadly, most of them were really bland. Perhaps someone can help me: what is in any way noteworthy about Capote's "In Cold Blood"? Damn what a waste of time that one was. But Douglas Adams' and Oliver Sacks stepped up with some good reads. If you can find the two-page short "Cookies" by DA, you'll be reading the best anecdote of all time. Got my hands on "Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas", too, and holy crap is HST the man. And who knew, in the book there's actually a plot? I liked it so much that in McLeod Ganj I made a cigarette holder and did a couple public readings of it for the ultra-bad crew of travelers I fell in with there. Real hippie shit, nice and weird.

Well, I'm sick of this, and it doesn't matter what else I write because nobody f'ing comes to this page anyway. I'll likely remember to add something later, so if you see this journal pop up again, browse for the added stuff. I'll mark it somehow.

Can't wait to check out all your new stuff from this summer.



<sub>*I'd be more than willing to forward a narrative of the incident with anyone who's interested. feel free to leave your email here or note me.






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