July 17, 2008 @ 11:38 AM
A word of warning.
This is probably coming from the wrong person and the saying “the pot calling the kettle black” springs to mind, but let me tell you this for everyone’s benefit; I can feel my brain trying to force itself out of my head to freedom, why? Why? Why? I keep thinking to myself “why did I go out boozing last night?”.
Attention….Please try not get caught up in the cheap booze, street beers or extremely ridiculous measures you will get in any bar in Spain. I’ve seen it so many times before, kids arriving with dreams in their head of all the footage they are going to get while on their two month holiday in Barcelona, as soon as they hit that sun with a cheap can of Estrella they are already on the slippery slope to drinking away the hangover every morning and spending their evening drinking cheep wine with the homeless at Macba.
I’m not saying everyone falls victim to the horrors but I’ve seen them come from all over, American kids stoked to be in the boozer at 18 years old chatting up every doll they can get their seedy little eyes on… English and Irish in awe at the value for money they think they are getting hitting Lidel for some 4 euro whiskey… groups of skate tourists all away from home, set loose to run the streets because they are not under the watchful eye of their unsuspecting parents… and of course the hardcore, guaranteed to see every night posting up some corner outside the bar surrounded in clouds of smoke.
Some have survived and others haven’t, a lesson learnt when you’re laughing at some drunken kid, filthy, lying in the corner… then someone tells you “that kid was fuckin rippin everyday last year”. Just take it from me; I am starting to feel old and I’m only 27. I think it’s time to calm down… for a while at least.
A wise man once told me, “Don’t forget to leave your water in the fridge; it’s going to be your best friend tomorrow morning”.
-Liam Rea