Moses, Mass Murderer

Today was a weird one, so I’d rather talk about yesterday. Becca and I made schnitzel in paprika sauce with tomato-spätzle for lunch. Genuinely excellent. I’m writing this half-watching some Moses film, and honestly—that man was a mass murderer. The movie frames it as divine mission, but I’m fairly convinced he just had a brain tumor and kept hearing voices. Biblical hero, my ass.

Anyway. In the afternoon Mille and I drove to Kaufbeuren for a shopping run. Got some new clothes, and—for the first time in my life—a pair of Chucks. I know. Only took me this long.

Evening was Mille, Ana, and me at the P.M. Vodka-Bull in a massive cup for five euros, which is the correct price for vodka-bull. Knuffi and I ran through the Freestyle again, which I’d half-forgotten—turns out there’s apparently a second version of it, which I’m categorically refusing to acknowledge. Met Enzo and Gino, who is enormous now. A bunch of my exes were out too, which was fine, as these things go.