On Thursday night Matias, Carmen and Maíra came over to watch Californication, drink some beers and eat some tasty viddles. After some David Duchovny love, six or seven beers and as many cigarettes we decided to watch the latest Chris Rock special and as we all watched and laughed the girls would constantly shout out commentary.; a peculiar trait in Brazilian people (women). They would laugh and say all kinds of things in Portuguese, some that I understood and some that I didn’t. Maíra, although less vocal than Carmen, continually …

Behind the bottles of beer is a chess game.
A Copo Sujo (literally dirty cup) is a term that (I think) originates in Belo Horizonte that refers to a small, poorly attended bar, not particularly known for it’s hygiene. It seems (an I may be wrong) that they’re just about as clean as any of the other Botecas in Belo but they’re divey and usually filled with old drunks. Think of all of those dive bars you know before they got invaded by coolsters in shutter shades but tiny; tiny as …

Brad said to me a few weeks ago, “When there’s nothing on the blog I just assume things must be going well.” Not true really. I’m writing here when things are going well. If I write about the shitty things it’s because they’re not shitty anymore. I can only write about them then. Post-shitty. So, here I am, post-shitty. Post the shittiest I’ve been in years. Probably 5 five years. It was dark. I was hanging out with the dark friends in that cramped and moldy dark place they like …