certified

consider me certified snitches.
servsafe food safety certified. that means i can go lingering around the bottom of the food chain that is the labor market in america with a bachelors degree and a servsafe certification. i wonder where i can make bank. i need to cater, in the literal sense to rich white people. manage a kitchen that serves rich international people. i have no idea. ill work anywhere i can and ive set my deadline to march 1st. in order to begin saving for my next excursion.

it's settled. i want to go back to europe. i dont care if i have to sleep in the streets. i will have packed a blanket. the time in which i go will be warm. ive become a fan of efficient transit systems and century old cultural processes that have sharpened the by products that we see as cities today. i've fallen in love with the worn sidewalks and used and abused infrastructure. the clash of faiths. the nights filled with alcohol and deprived of sweet sweet sleep. i need to return to paris. find my way through CDG and somehow butcher the french language as i attempt to live a day, a week the parisian way. maybe spend a couple euro on some random excursions on the metro. with a camera in hand. by random i mean carrying dice with me and rolling them to see what stop line i get on and what number of stop i get off. i might hit residential, i might hit ghetto, i might just find the greatest picture opportunity or get robbed. fuck it you cant take it with you.


i need to go back to ams, to smoke a joint, to sit and drink a cafe with a new friend ive met. to see the world in a different light. maybe pick up a prostitute if she is deity hot. like radiant beauty from a goddess only blessed to those who have been given the gift of super sight. buy tons of paraphernalia and give custom officers the stoic face i always use when addressing individuals of 'perceived' authority. smoke a shit load of blonde hash eat mushrooms until i through up into the dykes and onto dikes who wanna fight me. stay around long enough to have bought an ounce and smoke it too. maybe buy a stolen bike from the donkey bridge. weave my way through every stretch of pavement offered by the centrum.