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Mar. 8th, 2004 12:08 amThe hour; 12:30 PM.
The day; Friday, 5th of march, 2004.
"dude, I'm coming over at four and we're going to the auto show in geneva, and then we go see Morbid Angel at the Usine." Jesse announced over the phone.
"err..ok?" I answered.
sure enough, at 4:15 pm the doorbell chimed while I was busying myself with my shoes.
20 minutes later I found myself buying a ticket for the convention.
We both walked in, and immediatly headed for the rolls royces. Sadly, we weren't allowed to sit inside, so we had to settle for the BMWs and chryslers.
"hey, man, let's act like we're stealing stuff from the cars, get out and start running." Jesse suggested.
a grin spread on my face.
We bummed around the most expensive BMW we could find, locked oursleves in and played around with the lights and the glove compartment. then we both got out quickly, Jesse threw his backpack at me, and we both started running. after a minute or two of running away, I threw his backpack back at him, and managed to hit, with exact percision, I might add, someone's head.
We quickly got bored with the whole thing, and left the convention. people like Rosh Beytzah may really enjoy themselves there, but frankly, for me, it was just going to see sparkly cars.
Now, the bus system in switzerland works thusly;
You can board a bus without paying. However, ticketmen randomly board buses from time to time, and if you're caught without a ticket (which you can buy at almost any bus station), you're basicly fucked.
Jesse and I decided to take a bus from PalExpo, the complex where the autoshow was held to the next bus station, from which we could take the F bus, which would take us to a bus station near my home. Since it's only one station, we decided not to buy tickets.
of course, it turns out there was a ticketman (with nazi boots an' ever'thing!) on the bus. and the bus got caught in a traffic jam. So we got off. quickly. and walked home. in the rain.
once we reached my house, we ate something and changed to something more durable, for the concert.
right now, I am really fucking tired (and it shows, i guess. my english must be awful in the post), so expect something tomorrow.
The day; Friday, 5th of march, 2004.
"dude, I'm coming over at four and we're going to the auto show in geneva, and then we go see Morbid Angel at the Usine." Jesse announced over the phone.
"err..ok?" I answered.
sure enough, at 4:15 pm the doorbell chimed while I was busying myself with my shoes.
20 minutes later I found myself buying a ticket for the convention.
We both walked in, and immediatly headed for the rolls royces. Sadly, we weren't allowed to sit inside, so we had to settle for the BMWs and chryslers.
"hey, man, let's act like we're stealing stuff from the cars, get out and start running." Jesse suggested.
a grin spread on my face.
We bummed around the most expensive BMW we could find, locked oursleves in and played around with the lights and the glove compartment. then we both got out quickly, Jesse threw his backpack at me, and we both started running. after a minute or two of running away, I threw his backpack back at him, and managed to hit, with exact percision, I might add, someone's head.
We quickly got bored with the whole thing, and left the convention. people like Rosh Beytzah may really enjoy themselves there, but frankly, for me, it was just going to see sparkly cars.
Now, the bus system in switzerland works thusly;
You can board a bus without paying. However, ticketmen randomly board buses from time to time, and if you're caught without a ticket (which you can buy at almost any bus station), you're basicly fucked.
Jesse and I decided to take a bus from PalExpo, the complex where the autoshow was held to the next bus station, from which we could take the F bus, which would take us to a bus station near my home. Since it's only one station, we decided not to buy tickets.
of course, it turns out there was a ticketman (with nazi boots an' ever'thing!) on the bus. and the bus got caught in a traffic jam. So we got off. quickly. and walked home. in the rain.
once we reached my house, we ate something and changed to something more durable, for the concert.
right now, I am really fucking tired (and it shows, i guess. my english must be awful in the post), so expect something tomorrow.
