the story of my first milan adventure.
We flew from london to bergamothen took a bus from bergamo to milan. when we arrived it was about 11pm. we went to mcdonalds. joey flipped the hell out because he was developing a cold sore on his lip and then we walked around the city til we booked a room for 200 euros for our first night. fuck.
the first few days were a little slow.
but one night,
i was alone at the moschino after party and got so drunk that after the party and after befriending a glasses wearing hat wearing smily bald man I puked in his taxi i got kicked out and passed out in the street til an ambulance (and crew) came and told me i couldnt sleep in the street. i ended up sleeping at the hospital til 7am. days prior i vowed to never again go to mcdonalds. well after walking out of the hospital on a sunday morning i went to mcdonalds and i got breakfast. For some reason, either the lady was awesome or noticed the puke stains all over my shirt and pants, but i got a free mcmuffin. That slightly helped fill the hole that was left after realizing i lost my 200 dollar flash.. last night i gave a rando 70 euros. immediately after i literally had a panic attack. at the moment i have 56 dollars in my bank account.
so those were the interesting things. now for the good things. i made a few new friends.
on another note. im very disappointed in myself this week, and last week. I havent been 100% commited to my work i need to improve my point of view and focus on improving my self proclaimed condescending view of picture taking.