Not super memorable memories of this day apart from the evening which was quite exceptional indeed. While I intended to get back on my blog translation work Guy came back to the apartment with two 18 years old alternative girls wearing baggies, piercing, tattoo and purple dreadlocks for one of them. They had just met "the group" which had gone out for the night shortly before. Guy asked me if I wanted to join them. I put my shoes and a jacket on and followed them down.
That night the street had a peculiar, soothing and pleasant smell. I payed the remark to Ja that just when you go out less often you can enjoy way more the sensations of the outside, of the street, of the night or day.
We wandered for a few hours between the Rambla at Drassanes and the wooden footbridge leading to Maremagnum where Cha performed to us some of his songs and where Ja, Lau, M and S (our two new female buddies)Guy and Am danced and fooled around until we got kicked out by security. We finally landed on the port, opposite to Maremagnum, joining a group of kinda youngsters, holidays only alternative people, thinking they're cool but with whom I get bored quickly. The girls too. So, after Cha got ready to leave while he was supposed to host M and S it was finally decided that it would rather be me who was going to do so. Seemed to them safer this way.
On the way back I had to run after Lau completely tipsy and just after crossing Paseig de Colom a band of cops fucking morons were mocking him and his super-molding "panther pants" he was wearing just for the fun of it. He turns around and runs literally in their direction while one of the cop is rushing to meet him too. Luckily I'm here to take his guitar and to pull him by the wrist in the opposite direction with all my strength while apologizing to the repulsive pieces of human garbage Catalan fascist police fuckers. Such homophobic assholes! It is true that my little Lolo looked quite as a flaming fag dressed up like that and by making prowess to brave ridicule and gossip he almost ended up in big shit by the exact same ones that are supposed to get people out of it, those pieces of shit! Then I had follow him into a bar in Ample street and I finally manage to pick up his guitar and his trumpet after he made me fight to get them. He himself was impossible to take back home, as usual.
I returned where I left the girls but inevitably they were gone and I walked back home. There they were already and these little 18 years old chicks invited me for a little line of Ketamine, a drug I had never tasted (as most of them actually). The effect of this anabolic for horses that got super fast to my brain was a bit like weed in my humble opinion. It also relaxes and get rid of inhibitions and of course fucks up the neurons pretty fast if you do it too often. Better to limit myself to pot if it makes me feel the same anyway...
Finally, after Lau had also returned for a long time now he started making S. feel uncomfortable being mad at her because she was spending too much time on my computer. He was just too wasted to be nice anymore and the mask had to fall. Short after we all went to bed for good. The girls in my double-bunk-bed and me down on the small mattress that I had installed next to my desk for naps or guests ...
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