Why I didn’t get to see the whores in Amsterdam
Because I was trying to help a sick cat the whole time I was there:
From my Fall 2003 tour diaries when I travlled around Europe showing my film “D.I.Y. OR DIE: How To Survive as an Independent Artist”:
This horribly codependent cat followed me all morning. I love her. Belongs to Wilam’s neighbor. The neighbor doesn’t care for the cat. The cat has bad mange to the point of her skin bleeding in patches. Wilam and I tried to catch the cat and take it to the vet. He and I were going to split the cost. We were going to have Wilam blow pot smoke on the cat to calm it down. That was my idea. I usually hate people that get cats stoned, but I felt it was medically indicated in this case. But we never got the chance. We tried everything, bribing the cat with sausage, setting a trap (she did go under it and eat the sausage, but just backed out of it when I pulled the string).
We tried just grabbing her, but pretty soon she knew what we had in mind and ran and hid by the river. I wish you could have seen me and Willam in leather gloves, holding sausage, running around saying “Here kitty!” in English and Dutch for two hours.
I didn’t get to see the city at all, but we thought trying to help the cat was more important. But the cat didn’t think so. I only ended up with cat scratches.
Check out ALL the pix and diaries from my 2003 European tour with DIY or DIE.
Real-video puppet short movie I made on my laptop while in Dublin.
Great computer wallpaper photo I took of a cup of coffee in Germany
September 3rd, 2007 at 2:06 pm
Daddy showed me most of these pictures shortly after I met him. The running commentary went something like this:
“So, I showed the movie here…stayed with this guy…I wanted to fuck this girl…she’s cute… and I wanted to fuck her…Oh, and this was an awesome cat…I REALLY wanted to fuck the girl that had this cat…Oh Oh Oh! Look at this church! Here’s the Museum of Communism…check out this Czech cat! Prague looks just like Victorian England…I wanted to fuck her…she was cute…OOO! Look at this cat! I loved this cat! I wanted to fuck this girl, she had these cats…I gad a good showing here, wanted to fuck that girl…Damn, French cats are great! And this gal looks so dirty, I wanted to fuck her…I showed my film here, oh look at this cat!……”
Somehow I still managed to fall head over heels in love with him. I think it was the cats.
Mew!