John Myles White: Die Sudelbücher

I came this close (possibly not that close to be honest) to getting arrested last night because of Ale. We walked into the Metro at Diego de Leon. Ale and Victor went through the turnstiles and I said I had to buy a ticket, which I did. By the time I noticed Ale saying I could use his ticket, I had my ticket, but figured, “well, I’ll just use this ticket tomorrow.” So I walked through and used Ale’s ticket. We walked down to the Line 4 platform and as we stood there, a rent-a-cop walked down the stairs saying to us that he needed to see “your ticket.” After it became clear to me that he might my ticket, I said that I hadn’t used the one I bought, but Ale’s. He looked at Ale’s and confirmed that only one of us had paid, which was new information to me since clearly I had passed through and used the ticket’s value. Ale then began to apologize to the security officer, who said he wouldn’t have cared about it except that his supervisor was watching him and told him to chase down the farethieves. We then went through and I used my ticket as Ale apologized to the officer more, who very nicely let us walk away without anything more than paying properly. As we walked back to the platform Ale apologized over and over again in typical Ale fashion for being a disaster and not thinking I could get in trouble.

Yeah. That’s Ale.

And the love once shared, belittled and betrayed, is lost, but not forgotten.¹

Let the videos begin.

With Honor — To Believe — CBGB — March 2005

1. With Honor : With Honor : To Believe↩

I am clearly out of my mind. I totally feel at times that everyone speaking Spanish around me all the time is just a big act and we all really know how to speak English and just speak Spanish to have something fun to do.

I hate it when things break. Especially when things break quickly: that really irks me. This is part of my attitude towards relationships as well. I don’t get involved with things unless I intend for them to last.

This one goes out to Josh from Evergreen Terrace for being prescient.

So how’d you wind up in Spain?

It’s kind of a long story.

Let me guess. A girl? Myspace?

Actually… That is a part of it. And so, of course, that went phenomenally badly.

Oh, I mean, who ever heard of Myspace disappointing anyone?

Fun stuff.

My days have been bland lately, but Steve Kleisath totally saved this one by IMing me out of the blue to tell me about his newfound fortune from poker.

It’s thing like this that make me love my life. The randomness of it all keeps it entertaining.

Draft one of last two weeks of writing is now up. Substantial sections are missing and there’s still more work to be done, but I’m just so behind on writing, it’s awful catching up.

Victor again.

John: Que vicio tienes!

Victor: No te voy a mentir. Tengo un vicio para las pipas.

John: Eres un tipo de drogadicto.

Victor: Si, que soy un pipadicto.

Watching people turn into their parents really saddens me after their earlier years of rebellion. It makes all of those years seem false and worthless.

Your rebellion is wellconfined.

Friendship is probably the major thing keeping me going of late. Amidst a variety of bad moods and despairing thoughts, several of my friends have kept me going just through being themselves with a few words here and there.

Eternity’s a long time to wait for forever to end.

Thanks go to my musician friends above all for giving me something tangible to enjoy while they’re away — also something tangible to enjoy while they’re here. Band practices always cheer me up.