Rundown

Sometimes when you're sitting by yourself in a bar in Berlin and it's Sunday afternoon and you've got a couple in you because they let you drink beer on the street here and every second store sells beer here too and you're also high because these really awesome builders from Sweden that you got hammered with and talked hockey with the night before left you their stash before they checked out in the morning and it's way more than you need and you're flying out to Amsterdam tomorrow anyway (and who the fuck smuggles INTO Amsterdam?) so you're going to give the rest to a weary fellow traveler and end up looking like a fucking rock star sometimes after you've marched up and down the streets of Mitte-Scheunenviertel checked shit out at the Tacheles muttered to yourself incessantly and bought into you're own sham brilliance and "Every Day is Like Sunday" comes on and you fucking love that song and it actually IS Sunday well sometimes when that happens you should write a run-on sentence about it.

Just sometimes.


Jim out.