Chapter 1

“You know me, I could be friends with a homeless guy or a rocket scientist.” - Frankie Latina

I got into Colombia two days ago to work with my friend Frankie on his film.

Santa Marta and Roderero are on the north coast of colombia. I arrived to stay with a crew that has been here together on and off for two months. They are a pretty close knit group but also very nice and opening to me.

As i write this I keep hearing Kevin Costner’s Dances With Wolves journal voiceover in my head...

”And the they have not seen the buffalo and I worry that they may not come before the great hunt.”

The weather is knock out good and the people are very nice. There is a family that owns a mini mart down the road from our apartment. They are funny and happy to see different people.

Frankie has been here for two months and his spanish is good. Everyone seems to like him here. He tries to have small talk with all the neighbors and street vendors and has gotten better even in the last couple days.

Chris T also speaks excellent spanish and I’ve stuck with those two most of all.

My spanish, on the other hand, is bad, rough at best. And i feel constantly caught between something and another. I want to say things. I’ve made it my whole life being able to make jokes and be a smart ass. This is much harder now.

I’ve eaten a few times and everyone seems pretty bummed right now because the housekeeper just made spaghetti with ketchup. Thats the current dilemma.

I slept until one today. I stayed up late last night watching Rabbit Hole which I’ve described as a hardcore domestic drama. I talked to my roommate this morning for a while. She was listening to a sweet Daft Punk song called “Make Love”. Dope.

I might be going to a remote beach this weekend. I might go watch the Packer game. I might nap some more. My spanish might improve. I might get fatter. I might get thinner. I might do a lot of shit.

We’ll just have to see, won’t we.

Chapter 2

So me, Jack, T and Frankie went for a run tonight. A long time ago, what seems like an eternity now, I used to be a decent runner. I was pretty fit and fast.

anyway, those days are gone forever. It must not have been that long and by the end i was sure i was going to die. but i didn't, so good for me.

Lots of cute cats and dogs walking around in the street. I kind of want to take in a kitten and keep it in the apartment. It’s prolly not a good idea. Still, you can dream though.

The apartment is ballsin and i would live here forever if I could. It’s too cold in Wisconsin. What’s the deal with that?

I feel like my spanish is improving slightly and I’m looking forward to making jokes again.

Q: What’s the difference between a Harley Motorcycle and a Hoover vacuum?

A: The position of the dirtbag.

On second thought that joke may not make sense. I’d spend 100 times as long explaining it that I did telling it.

I had some penne dish at an Argentinean restaurant tonight. It’s run by a couple that lives in the back. There is also a dog there. I think I’m going to take pictures of all the dogs.

Also I plan to eat more meat on a stick.

Frankie eats a lot of cereal.

Chapter 3

I tell you what, I have been sleeping hard. Wham.

I was alone in the apartment last night and i heard a bunch of banging and so i ran out into the living room and there were a couple fireworks hanging above the cities.

Today I had a sweet lunch where Luce cooked us whole fried fish that had a head and everything. Also, she evidently doesn't appreciate me leaving my sandals around.

I left on a quest to take some pictures of dogs and cats. I was thinking about how i could make a picture book called Gatos y Perros. I think I may have a problem with turning every small interest into an epic project. So maybe i’ll just take some pictures and shut the fuck up about it.

It was hard for me to buy the right kind of milk at the store. they have bag milk, like they did for hot lunch in the Whitewater School System. But I don’t know what the different brands are or anything. Eventually I picked one out and a box of corn flakes and walked toward the check out.

Of course I second guessed myself and eventually put them back. I ended up buying a 12 pack of Colombian Club Cervezas and 1.5 liters of Pepsi. It was a decent dinner choice.

I walked back from the store and was sweating harder than when we ran the day before. Though I couldn’t feel death breathing down my neck in the same way.

Chapter 4

Me and the boys went out last night and got John Hammed.

I ate a hotdog and drank a shit-ton of agua diente. I got on the stage at a strip club and danced around because no one else was.

If you can’t be yourself you better have a really good fake version.

We also made plans to see Tron on monday with some cool cats that own a club.

Anyways, Frankie says “Anyways” isnt a real word. I think it is.

So we got hamboned last night and the hotdog was pretty good as I remember. The mountains are pretty.

It’s the windy season now. I went to the ATM and got some dough.

I think I’ll spend less here in a month than I did in the two days I went to NY for the Modus premier.

Its all good baby, It’s all good.

Chapter 5

In what was sort of a weird overall day me and Frankie and Chris T went to the walmart of Colombia (Exito) where I bought a bottle of tequila to replace the one I drank of my roommates, a french bakery where I bought a baguette and ate most of it (I put the rest in my back pocket), walked down some alleys to look at graffiti, and then played basketball in the park by a school.

We took a cab back and it was real sweaty and I ate the rest of the smashed baguette.

There's also some kittens that live in the front of the building I'm staying at but it's hard to get them to stand still most of the time. Nerds.

I bought some knock off Ray Bans on the street today and a coca cola. I feel like my spanish is slightly improving. Frankie's spanish tutor likes black metal, so I told her to check out Converge cause they are badass. Maybe she won't like them. Oh well.

While I'm on this cats and dogs subject I saw this fucking sweet poster in a bar last night. I kept looking at it as we talked about Doctor Death and Waco. Both heavy interesting subjects and I kept looking at this poster: