I have died . . .

being gego probably rules

Brother McCune and I took a four-hour train from Berlin to Prague, the city of a thousand spires. It is a beautiful city full of very sweet people. Or anyway, they were very sweet to us, perhaps on account of our natural American gregariousness and the fact that we are both beloved celebrities clad in black leather jackets.

We spent three days there doing whatever it is a couple of bums like us do, mostly drinking coffee and putzing around and breaking hearts, and collapsing well past midnight in our cute little apartment in the city center. We visited the National Art Gallery and saw Klimt and Picasso and plenty of moon-themed paintings I had only ever seen online . . . and descended into a 15th-century absinthe dungeon and hallucinated deep beneath the cobblestone city streets . . . and visited the grave of ol Franz Kafka himself, which was in an autumnal cemetery on the edge of town.

Once we learned there was a warrant out for our arrest, we boarded a train back to Berlin to hide out in my detective tower. I can’t wait to go back once the heat has died down.

Here’s what our trip looked like, if you’re into that sort of thing:

Well . . . seeya!

have i finally reached event horizon foolishness, which always seemed like an inevitability? i think so. professing myself to be sincere, i became a fool. and yet i am, like the fella said, a deliberate, intentional fool, and that’s the worst kind. or didn’t you know? such is my tale. a fool does foolish things and, as with life and death itself, you must make terms with it, and then you are free. being free to be a fool is beautiful. too bad it costs you your dignity first

Gego is moving in with me for the month of November . . . a badly needed roommate in these Dark Days, here at the end of all things . . .

she had said: “the castle is safer with ryan inside of it”

we’re famous at the karaoke bar . . .

i love gego . . .

Last night McCune (Irish-American) and I met up with Elina (Estonian) and Alina (Ukrainian) at Alter Roter in Neukölln to have A DRINK or TWO before heading to Kino Rollberg to see HALLOWEEN (1978), which neither of the ‘Linas had seen. Elina, who is terminally Gen Z, and thus only watches movies if I put one on, loved it. She had a kind of subtle religious experience you hope someone will have when you show them something cool. It made me feel a little better about The Dark Future . . .

Later, McCune said: “How do you know so many cool people?!” to which I replied: “I guess I’m just lucky that way!!”