Mess with the bull and you’ll get the horns! That used to be a catch cry I once had graffitied to the bottom of my skateboard, which as of now has a much more literal meaning. Running of the bulls in Pamplona, Spain. Maybe the only reason there isn’t a limit on the amount of people allowed to run is because you can actually DIE! Like proper dead, gored by ¾ ton bulls or trampled and suffocated by hordes of panicking thrill seekers. Sounds like fun yeah…....
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This cough is definitely the plague, definitely. I assume cause of my superhuman western immunity it’s why I haven’t died yet. To be honest I’ve had this plague since Paris a month ago, a MONTH ago. Dam you to *cough* hell *cough* flem! I visit a Pharmacia with the disco strobe lights out the front in the quest to slay this burden. I conjure up my best Spanish that involves me pretending to cough into my hand. The man in the lab coat looks puzzled, maybe h...