Rockin the ceasar to slip through the shit more easier.

For those of you lacking in Wu-Tang Slang (I know who you are, btw)
I got a haircut. 7 months was as long as I could last. Time to find a job anyway.


Speaking of which, I have a position for the taking at The Cheesecake Factory. I'm still looking though. Time to get that food handlers license I suppose.

Besides, I am not the UNIBOMBER, and I will not tell you again.

Fam Members Only.

Just wanted to send a shout to mi familia.

Also, I needed an excuse to post this pic of my grandparents entitled "Bob did you fart? [Shut your mouth Patsy]"

The crazy russian.

This is Victor. In the green tortoise, we shared a bunk. We've also spent many a night, out on the town. Freaking out the norms.

As you can see, he is a pillar of good citizenship. A true man of honor. One of god's own prototypes. Too weird to live, to rare to die.

Home is where.. Um... So this is home.

So here are the pics of where I'm staying. I'm clear to stay until May 31. Still weighing the options though. I'm digging being alone. Sort of. I hate moving stuff. Gah, any opinions appreciated.

The Bedroom
The Kitchen
The Closet

Where are the other pics? There aren't. This place is small.

Welcome to Chinatown, white boy.

The Gate to China(town).

My Apt is about 2 blocks up on the right hand side. Its an interesting neighborhood, full of Asian restaurants, Asian markets, Asian novelty gift store, Asian bookstores, Asian Herbal and Medicine Shops, and the icing on the cake, Asian People.

During the day its a nice little neighborhood. I've found a late night spot good for hot tea and bowl of Udon. Not so good for speaking to anyone in there however. It's called Ocean City. Not Ocean City Restaurant. They are adamant about this.

At night it's a turns a bit to the 'ghetto' side, but certainly no worse than Hamden, or most of Baltimore for that matter. The bus terminal is a block away and its all free during the day. There is also a good view to be had of downtown. All in all I'm diggin' it, throughly.

Here is a pic of my building, and the park in front of if. Big brick one, in the back, on the left.

This dude is BATSHIT crazy.

So, Wednesday's at the Green Tortoise there is an Open Mic Night. I caught the tail end of this guys performance. If you can't tell he is playing the guitar, while balancing it on his chin, hula hooping, and then playing the harmonica. Nuff said.

The Hostel.

And on the 8th day, God said, "I've had enough rest. Let there be PARTY." And thus Green Tortoise Hostel existed, and it was good.


To tell the truth, before arriving here the only thing I knew about hostels was from the movie "Hostel" (and "Hostel 2"). Neither of which are known for their overwhelming reviews on hostels in general.

Thankfully, I was not murdered, raped, castrated, tortured, or robbed.

John, and his ever impressive telepathy managed to meet me at the airport within minutes of arriving. Thanks to him I managed to make it to the door you see here on the left, with a stomach full of Indian curry no less.



Here is a link to a picture of MY BUNK. My home away from home for 8 Days/7 Nights.