 June
15: Letter #4
Hey, how's it going! what's the good word!
Alright, so shit has changed a bit since the last time I contacted
most of you. If you don't already know, Mike peaced out, went home
somewhere before Ravenna. The guy was pretty sick, both with bronchitis,
and probably of seeing my face as well. Thus, I've been cruising
around Europe on my own. It's really been great though, so far.
I went to Venice. after relaxing for a bit in Ravenna. Then I went
up to Innsbruck, Austria, and now I'm in Cologne, Germany, stopping
for a night on my way to Amsterdam.
 Venice
was cool, didn't end up staying too long, as Innsbruck was calling.
Austria is amazing, beautiful scenery, really nice people, and great
food. I do miss Italian food, but not the people so much. Most were
cool, but this one guy, wow. I'm taking a shower in the community
bathroom at my pensioni in Ravenna. For some reason he didn't understand
that a locked door, the shower running, and the light on, obviously
meant that somebody was inside. He shook the door for about 5 minutes,
as though maybe the lock was messed up or something. Now, understand
that I had a lot of frustration built up at this point, Mike had
bounced and I was trying to deal with how to organize the rest of
my summer on my own. I got out of the shower, opened the door, and
unleashed on this pathetic fuck. I was standing there, soap, shampoo,
and water dripping off me, lacing into this guy with every English
expletive I could come up with. I don't know if he was more shocked
by me standing there yelling at him, or my half-inch healthy penis.
It felt really good.
 Anyways,
I met a women in Innsbruck that lived in Sebastopol for 7 years,
and had a boy that went to Gravenstein until he got expelled in
2nd grade, fucking small world right? I also hiked up a mountain
after taking a gondola 2245 meters up. You see, C Field is always
thinking. 2245 meters high is....yes...pretty fucking high. So as
I'm riding up the tram I get a bit nervous, considering everyone
around me is in full gore-tex hiking gear with sticks and stuff.
Me, I'm equipped with my jeans, a t-shirt, and my fleece. I guess
I forgot to look at the tops of the alps on one of my 19 train rides
through the mountains, cause they're definitely covered in snow.
But fuck it, I took off in a full sprint as soon as the ride stopped,
simply to maintain warmth, and I eventually made it to the top.
Nice work Field. Amazing views from up there.
Anyways, hope everyone's doing well, hope finals went well for those
of you still learning. I'm off to Amsterdam tomorrow for three days
of absolute mayhem. Bassam lands at 9:00 am, so don't bother emailing,
calling, or texting until at least the 21st, or you'll probably
catch me curled up in the fetal position on the floor somewhere,
trying not to die.
Oh, and one of you gangsters needs to saddle up. The Running of
the Bulls takes place July 6th through 14th, and I'm most definitely
going to Pamplona for it. Somebody needs to get off their ass and
come with me. Being chased by bulls is way more fun with a friend,
or so I hear. Take it easy, miss you guys.
Colin
P.S. I'm joining the PGA Tour when I get home, I decided that on
the train today.
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