the summer I turned 16 my best friend, in an attempt to get as far away from his crazy family as humanly possible, remodeled his family garage into a tiny 1 bedroom studio with a bathroom and loft, almost entirely by himself.

while my friend did quite a good job considering he was only 15 at the time and had to assist him only the barest of help from his shitty stepfather whom I now hope is slowly dying of cancer in a 3rd world country (but I digress), it was rough around the edges. the bathroom wasn´t completed until at least 6 months after the rest of the studio. the ceiling was uneven and patchy. the studio invariably smelled horrible, what with 15 year old boy hygeine and two british bulldogs living in a backyard not four feet away.

the hostel I am staying in feels exactly like that studio and it fucking sucks. it is halfway through remodeling so there is drywall and large pieces of plastic cordoning off construction areas and there is no sink or oven in the kitchen, only a microwave and hot water dispenser for instant coffee.

while this hostel is supposedly full, it always feels eerily empty and only now that a gigantic party is starting in an hour and a half are people gathering in the sparsely furnished and decorated terrace.

alicante sucks, but the festival is cool so I guess things average out to an average time.

talked to an intelligent brazilian dude for a couple of hours earlier today and several times his smile and his demeanor reminded me of Ian Moore, if only he could trade a VEGAN chest piece for a civil engineering masters. It´s just funny because I feel like I keep meeting the same people over and over again, like everyone´s living out a carefully synchronized existance halfway and thirdways and crossways from perfect twins (mind skin color and language and VEGAN chest pieces) never crossing paths with so many dopplegangers in so many self sufficient spheres.