Day: 50
Location: Sao Paulo
Weather: 21
Books: 'Nausea' by Jean-Paul Satre; 'Lonesome Traveler' by Jack Kerouac and nearly at the end of Ron, Hermonine and Harry's adventures in 'The Goblet of Fire'.
The last few days have seen some wonderful game. Many different kills, in many different places, in many differnet ways. We've all had a productive few days.
Brutos reported that he went to a bar last night with a pack of friends of his to get an ace of spades signed by Lemmy the lead singer of Motorhead (he's goin' to their concert this Friday). At it he bumped into an up and coming Brazilian "'dark' metal band" called "The Passangers of Darkness". Supposedly, the base player, a Paulista, called Louisa took a liking too him. He spent most of the night sitting around a table with her and 3 other semi-naked chics clad in leather and metal, and three blokes, that would all look quiet comfortable on the set of "Once were Warriors 3" or "The Crow 2". All, as you can now probably imagine were decked out in your quintessential, silver, leather and arse touching wavy mullets. He spent the night drinking whiskey, cold beers, making finger signs and studying tatoos of dark masses and Conan the Barrion. Subjects breached in torn English and crumpled Portugese, with tons of head shaking, hand flapping, and a variety of ingenious clicking and whistling nosies were: the preferred height at which a base guitar should be played? if a tequila and whiskey compound could be a new world beating product? and, if Megadeath have ever played in Ireland? Sounded like a good night. He said it was one of his best experiences yet. In only the way he knows how to offend, he claimed he was 'as happy as a paedophile, in a Barney suit, on a bouncy castle.' How his mind has become infected by a lifetime of warped observations and developed into the strange lump of grey matter, he still calls a brain, i'll probably never know. Sometimes i have to sympathise with Eusebius! How he has put up with Brutos for so long? It makes me kind of understand why he accepted the challenge!
Brutos is off hunting again, just went out the door, i hope the next time I see him he's not wearing a powder white Marlin Mason face on his wrinkled mug, or a tatoo of a blood ridden celtic cross or dead scarecrow on one of his hind legs or his tail!
Eusebius on the other hand continues to hunt and kill in a different way: more calculated, more premeditated and as has become his trademark, with tons more precision.
He pounced and killed at a chic and sophisticated Pizzeria. He was invited there by one of his friends. It was a belated happy mother's day celebration. All the family were there: sisters, fathers, grandmothers, the lot. On the course were a wide variety of pizzas, with some of the most sumptuous, throat and stomach tingling cheeses known to man. All expertly cooked by white mask wearing chefs in a massive open baked furnance. Also, on show, to add to the already mouth wateringly pleasing food, and may i add fine Chilean white wine, was a four piece jazz band with a flute player that would give James Galway a run for his golden rod any day of the week. The rest of his time he told me has been spent researching pens! Not sure what he was talking about but he said he has been doing a little research on the Net at the local library he has taken a liking to. He said i'll know more when I read his entry in the competiton. He went out the door shortlly after Brutos. He borrowed the only pen I had before he left. That's the third one this week and he hasn't returned any!
He and Eusebius seem to be talking to each other again. Not as openingly and as off-the-cuff as they use to be, but, vagabonds can't be choosers- i'm thankful their at least sitting at the same table for food. The silence was deafening when they weren't talking. Well, deafening to my ears anyway, maybe in dog ear, they were still arguing? I don't think so. Anyway, it's a start. I'll take it.
As for my hunting. Spent the last few days studying my Portugese. I'm not sure if it is getting harder or easier. Yesterday, I would have said harder, today, easier. I'm presently working in a combination of ways to improve: [1]by still using my trusty 'Teach yourself Brazilian Portugese' book which i bought in the motherland, yesterdays chapter was entitled: 'como foi a viagem?' 'how was the journey' [2] Still receiving one and a half hour private lessons. Currently working on translating very basic paragraphs that I write in English to Portugese, 3 year old, pre kinder garden stuff [3] Practicing with anyone that will listen and [4] reading advertisement signs everywhere i go.
Now it's my time to go out the door!
