Monday, March 14, 2011

tales from russssssssia

First I had two room mates, Mischa was weird- he had a lil mullet, a gold chain, and a Dolce & Gabbana women's tee w/ a hood on it. He cruised Nevsky Prospekt for girls to stare at while puffing out his chest like a gypsy pigeon and pretending to wait for someone at the metro while suckin’ on a hot dog and staring at a cheap Avril Lavigne knock-off. I thought he was weird, but really was nothing compared to the other one, Anton.

The other one shaves his head 3 times a day and wears a men's bikini. He drinks a mixture of vodka and absinthe in a huge 7-11 size mug and chases it with an equal amount of EXTREME ENERGY DRINK right before he goes out clubbing in a leather men’s work type shirt and flowered vest, and right AFTER he straps huge water jugs on his ankles and does pull ups on a coat rack, still in bikini. All this after he works all day as a quality control inspector at a cigarette factory.

But now while i am out of town for the day a new one moves in. We don't know where he came from. Anton (head shaver) calls Yoora (normal one, not mentioned here) and asks if he can just move out today, just like that, so that Lonya, a guy Anton met at the bus station today, can move in. Yoora says no. I understand why I think. so Lonya sleeps in anton's room and they are always in the bathroom together, one showering, the other shaving his head? I dunno. Either that or they are walking around in their bikins yapping really fast in Russian though they know i don't know what they're saying. They could be saying "You are ugly but we will still rape you tonight without removing our speedos." I have no idea.

Yoora said he walked by their OPEN DOOR one day and the new guy was buck nake doin squats. I peek'd in their room one day and saw a 50 gallon fish tank with like 5 inches of water, one struggling fish and like 2842894y24 mosquitos breeding in it. That and 2 horrifying plague mask lookin’ mardi gras masks and 2 dog collars. One was all masculine and the other was smaller with a pink cameo charm hanging off it. And that's it. Nothin else, besides about 193718937198 rubles, which, don’t ask me why, I didn’t steal.

It's like that time Tiffany, Dustin, Mike Boyd, Pat and I broke into Prince Michael's house intending on going go to his "church service" and all there was in the house was 20 turned over chairs in a church like formation (indicating a struggle?), a mattress with no bedding anywhere, like 15 broken computers, 20 bibles, and a fridge full of organic strawberries.

COLUMBIA, MO - remember Prince Michael? Please? He wore a nice grey suit and headphones and paced up and down 9th street handing out glamour shots of himself with his manifesto on the back. Also printed was his church services times and location, hence how we ended up breaking into his house. He repeated over and over what I assume he was listening to on his hedphones: " My mother is the next rightful heir to the British throne. My grandmother rolled in the hay with John F. Kennedy and Napoleon. 1,000 men have witnessed her resurrecction" On his ‘89 Dodge Charger he had those white letter stickers that spelled out "I LOVE MY COUSIN'S WILLIAM AND HARRY"