The Batman



Батмънйееее! Ила дна спасиш, уа! Шна удавът тиез...хдамддлддлл (подводни звуци)....




We might have been feeling a slight lacking of topics to write about. Nothing a good beat and a large cognac can't fix. Not if we are "The Batman". Just like "Batman", but a bit less glossy, less classy and а lot more ordinary. Like his older brother or something. The Batman doesn't fly around in black, he's so past that - that's immature stuff.... The Batman's identity is revealed, he has no skills or powers, in fact Batman is a bit ashamed to have such a regular associate, but what can he do.... Imagine Batman swooping down to save a screaming baby on Times Square from an incoming Ferrari while The Batman is watching the Loko Mezdra - Loko Plovdiv derby on Cable Bulgaria at the same time with a small Burgas 63....Although they say Batman and The Batman do have the same eyes...

Right. In the past couple of weeks, my dear friends, we dressed as The Batman and did a number of more-or-less Original Ordinary Things:

- for the n-th time (and not only once) got wasted, spent the night awake, engaged in deep conversation or other activity (like dancing with male strangers), meaningful at the time, only to fall asleep in the morning under the hot hot seaside sun - imagine what followed...

- said 'no' but not very convincingly, apparently. Women, drugs... hard to say no to those things for no other reason than the fact that there is no actual good reason why you should say 'no' most of the time to these when you're young...Of course, we grant that exceptions are acceptable...

- drank a coconut cocktail and got stepped on by Thai massage chics. If that sounds exotic, it's because it is, and you feel the newness of it all the way. Do it! In fact, let's go to freakin Thailand?

- treated his car like an 11th century hooker. I mean, first we put it in a hole in the sand, then killed the starter, then tried to make it as dirty as it has never been, then rode it like...uhhhh...a 11th century hooker... on the highway. I'm really sorry....

- discovered nothing new in terms of concepts, but did so in terms of places and sides of people. However, who cares about places, anyway!? Places are overrated if the people configuration at the time there ain't right

- gained 4 pounds

- realised in the summer people should hit the beach, not the mountain. The mountain is for the winter, fall and spring. Everything else people tell you is the bullshit of land-based people who are afraid of the water and are dragging you down with them...

- did not get into a really serious argument with anyone

- realised God has a rep on Earth and the rep is FBS


I don't know what constitutes a Crazy Summer or even a Full Summer anymore.... Time seems to be so segmented into individual sound-proof boxes already - events are less and less memorable - no matter how great they are at the time, most likely we've "been there, done that", so the impression on the mind is becoming more and more limited and transient. Feels like the definition of getting old, doesn't it. Remember when a single party during the summer made you feel like 'whoa, dude, wooow!!' for months back in the days? Well, that's gone alright... This requires either more events, more emotions crammed within the summer, in order to create a Summer Mozaic and trick your brain, or else you need to give up trying for a Crazy Summer altogether and settle for a proper Mild Summer.

So, where are we going this weekend?

m-f
p.s. where are the fucking mosquitoes this summer???! Did I offend them with my previous posts? (somewhere in a cave, a fat mosquito just said: "e sa che ti kaem kade sa komarite, brato" and a few million jets took off)