The Sign said: Long-haired, Freaky People Might As Well Apply
We ask Jules, a dreadlocked Maori who was sitting behind the desk in reception, if it was worth it. ´Yeah, it´s well worth having a look at if you go to Vilnius. But its not located in the town square or anything. Its just in a parking lot off a street in the middle of nowhere. Easy to miss.´
´So the statue is just in some parking lot? Wow. I think that´s what that Irish guy was saying.´
´Which Irish guy?´ There were a few Irish people staying at the hostel.
´John I think his name was.´
´Oh him. Yeah he´s the manager here.´
´He´s the manager? I thought he was just a foul-mouthed Irish guy who stood at the front of the building smoking and swearing at tourists.´
´He´s the manager. I manage the other Backpackers. I just came in to chat and the others went off to lunch. Leaving me on my own.´
´So, who actually works here?´ I query.
´Uuuh...there´s Owen the bearded Welsh guy. But he´s leaving tonight. And there´s Jeanine...´
´She´s staff?´
Jules laughs. ´It might not seem it but yeah she´s staff. At least for now. She´s off to Riga. Or supposed to be. She´s missed her bus and so she´s getting another one tonight as well.´
´So no one actually works here.´
´There´s John and Hector. That´s it at the moment. Did you guys want a job? I think they might be looking for people.´
It was certainly tempting. But I had a girlfriend in Australia who was waiting for me. And I could hear Frank Zappa calling my name. It would be Vilnius then. Vilnius would be my destination. At least for now.
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I'm envious, I want to touch Frank Zappa's hair!
Yeah. Frank is cool. It probably meant a lot more to Nik, my travelling companion, since his Dad was a big Zappa fan (sadly his father´s collection of Frank Zappa records got incinerated when his house burned down). My one regret for this trip is that we didn´t get to see Rasputin´s penis, floating in formaldehyde, whilst in St.Petersburg.
ok. im slow and blond.
you have a girlfriend?
Had. Had a girlfriend. I´m about two weeks behind in these updates. I´m slowly working up to why I´m currently working at an Estonian Backpackers instead of being in Melbourne (I´d have arrived today incidentally). There was an argument. Words were said that shouldn´t have been..... It´s a strange relationship. Though we have technically broken up it still feels like we´re dating.
Synclavier. Too normal looking. A Theremin would kick its ass in a fistfight outside an inner-city Houston immigrant bar (90% Mexican illegal men, 90% Central American illegal prostitutes, 10% Russian men drinking after hours, 10% illegal Mexican prostitutes.)
I hate Houston. That's why I'm glad I don't live there- cuz I hate it. And I hate the people there.
More importantly, if you're in the neighborhood and you DON'T see Rasputin's penis, it's like going to Kansas City and somehow missing al the shitty plastic artwork that adorns the place. A better analogy would be going to New York and somehow bypassing Manhattan, the Statue of Liberty, and anything else you might see on Seinfeld reruns. But different, cuz a 12 inch cock is a 12 inch cock. It's a wonder of the modern world.
Shame on you!
Quick mental image for you Yawn: Frank Zappa. Atop the Statue of Liberty. Playing the synclavier...with Rasputin´s penis. That my friend is pure art.
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