Day: 76
Location: Sao Paulo
Temp: 24
Book: Sweet Thursday, John Steinbeck
I haven't mentioned the dogs for a while. Thankfully, the peace is still in tact. Despite the fact that I did see Brutos bark angrily a few times at Eusebius when he told him he had forgot to bring a torch and candles on the recent Diamond Highlands hike. Brutos forgot to bring toilet paper so Eusebius got the opportunity to do a little barking of his own. That was it. Evens. I asked Brutos how his writing has been going for the competition. Unsuprisingly, he didn't give much away. He told me that the Q;A;Z keys on his laptop were not working so he has being using the /;[;] symbols instead and then hitting edit>replace to sort it out. Bit of a pain but so be it. I know he's been working hard on it though. He's taking the thing very serious. I'm very surprised. Wonder what he's going to come up with?? I've never read a screenplay before so it will be interesting just looking at the format, even if the story isn't the best. Crazy dog, could be about anything!! Eusebius on the other hand doesn't seem to be doing any preparation for the competition. I'm sensing a small bit of arrogance coming from him. He's keeping his writing all on the Q.T. I'm constantly seeing Brutos reading or writing, but Eusebius, never. Maybe, he's been writing it at night. It's kind of ironic though, ever since they agreed to compete he's become more like Brutos. He's been hanging around with a pack of Brazilian dogs that have been taking him out drinking and partying constantly. One of his mates is a dog called "Thor", by all accounts he is absolutely bonkers and a great dog for the bitches. Supposedly, the complete party animal. A purported magician on the social scene. He seems to be Zinedine Zindane of fun, a nine dan black belt in love, with an unparalleled genius for conjuring up parties in the dullest of kennels. He's also got the special power to get other dogs to come to these gatherings at all hours of the night. Consequently, for the first time in years Eusebius seems to be lightening up. Paradoxically, while Brutos is still doing his fair share of going out. He's not doing as much as he did at the start. He seems to be reading loads, from a wide range of writers, and on a eclectic range of topics, in particular, he seems to be reading a lot of Kerouac and Bewskosky. He's also playing around with poetry; I caught him reading the Windhover by Gerald Manley Hopkins, but he's denying it, and he's constantly carrying around a jar of daisies with him. He won't let it out of his sight. Even when he's eating he has it around him. He also is buying pens off all the poor people selling them on the streets. I saw him bury some of them yesterday near a bus shelter. He's kind of becoming more like Eusebius with everyday. Not too sure when they are going to get me their respective pieces of work but I'm kind of looking forward to them now. I hope they explain their curios changes in personality these last few weeks.
On another note, had my friend Ben, his brother Dan and their traveling amigeo Forest in Sao Paulo for the last few days. To all, the vagabond salutes you and wishes you well on your travels.
Also the Vagabond has taken up new residence in a cool part of town called Perdizes, Rue Apiacas, 720, Apt 24. I'm sharing a two bedroom apartment with a lovely woman called Frida. Hopefully, the days there will be good. I think she doesn't mind the dogs. There on their best behaviour at the moment so all is well. A big thank you to the very warm and generous Marcel for putting up with us the last couple of months. With heads bowed, silent barks, v shaped fingers and paws in the air, and chest banging: we salute you.
