I have this great friend from Romania who is a hilarious comedian. He hates me but we’re still good friends. I tell him how important he is to me. I have this other great friend in Romania who I met like a day before and he’s a genius also. I hope one day they will meet and we can all hate me together. I hope I will be there to laugh with them with our foreheads sweating just a bit.
Those were interesting times. Golden moments. Love and death. I slept in the attic of Podstel and listened to the rain and thought about some of the girls I had met there and if they would warm me here with their naked bodies. It got cold those last days. And they took me to an ecstatic dance. I was scared. Just stood there like a ghost. My ego felt threatend. I asked for more drugs (chocolate). Let me out. I woke up early and hugged the girl working there who was really sweet and beautiful. I went to the airport and flew to Istanbul. I felt weird there and a friend told me to come stay with him in Thessaloniki, Greece so I did. They charged him way too much for this lunch he had. We travelled and explored and then took this boat to Crete from Athens. He lost everything and I lost my mind. It was easter and then I disappeared again and went to Ukraine to read my Slash autobiography and ponder existence. Instead, existence figured ME out and told me the secret years later. That’s where I’m going now, into the future.
Sorry that I always disappear.
I’m back now. Nobody lives forever so can’t promise anything. Who knows. Bill Burr said in his new netflix special that the robots will take over soon.
I would love to organise a party where all the people I’ve ever met reunite like that last episode in Lost. I guess that’s what U2 concerts are for.
People who have been at my parties, never forget them.
All I do is forget. And it hurst like hell freezing.
Rest In Peace Julio.