I'm sorry: 2 months since my last blog post. I blame the total lack of Berliner jelly donuts in my diet. It really is difficult to get my fix: wake up with bars of light burning through the slats in the window shades into my red eyes. Check the clock: DAMN. Missed the window. If you don't hit the window of donut opportunity you are SCREWED. Nothing worse than walking bleary-eyed and bed-headed several blocks to your donut dealer--only to find they are completely out of Berliners. This happens sometime between 10am and 11am. Bastards. "Would Herr Berlinermunchenmensch like a piece of cake instead?" the nice donut lady might ask. "Would you like me to rip your lungs out through your NOSE?" I might reply. No, really: if you are hooked on Coca-Cola (or some other evil chemical substance), would you settle for DIET? Didn't think so, Sunshine.
So without my donut panacea to sooth my violent tendencies, I've fallen into different/normal patterns and rituals. Like work. Suddenly, as if getting up before 10am mattered for an Artiste, I suddenly got a pile of photography work. And by a pile, I mean one of those types of months wherein I work every day without pause for a donut day off. Hence the lack of my favorite drug.
While these hotel mini-drugs weren't the same as the lard peddled by my local pusher at Siebert (There are no better jelly donuts on the planet. Really), at least I could take as many as I wanted for free and not be forced to stand in a queue and be told that there was No Joy in Donutville and have to be jailed for ripping a nice woman's lungs out through her nose.
I'll try to get back to y'all soon with more violent, drug-and-donuts-addled stories soon. In the meantime, I also got paid to write about Berlin beach bars. Well ain't that a hoot?