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  Buzios, Brazil
Sunday, December 2, 2007

Reply to comments: David, thanks for all the comments. As you are aware I finally found milk, so the one comment WAS A LITTLE FAQUIN LATE! ok, sorry, i just really like cereal. And oh boy did I just fuel that stereotype, SH#T, maybe that stereotype is true. Whoa. And seriously, would not a brazilian lanchonette not make a killing here in the states, esp in chicago where you get a lot of foot traffic. I mean itīs a money (pun intended) idea. I am seriously contemplating this. First I need some backing cash wise, and second I need a brazilian to come here and help set it up who knows how to make this crap and all the juices. cleiberīs uncle owns a restaurant and has been to america over 100 times, seriously, so maybe he will help out. I mean, the idea is sitting right there in front of me, I would honestly put every dollar I had into opening one up, I just have to figure out how to do it. This dude Sal told me that a lot of businesses started by people traveling and asking themselves "why do we not have this in america". Thatīs how Victoria Secretīs started, the founder was in Paris and asked "why does America sell womenīs undergarments in department stores, this sh$t is supposed to be sexy and intimate", and boom Victoria Secretīs. Same with Starbucks, the founder asked why americans drink all this crap coffee after visiting I forget where. I think one of the very best things about brazil and what I will miss the most besides the people are these lanchonettes. And yes, I love guaraviton, guaravita, guarana anything.

S is for Samich

I even like Matte Leon - which I could sell too. If you want to go into business together, let me know. We could be rich.


In case nobody saw it, Therician posted a comment on one of the pictures (btw, if you click on a picture you can see a slideshow of them all and any comments I made concerning the picture, in case you didnīt know this.
therican said:

Hey merk,

Keep the stories coming 'dogg'. You should consider becoming a travel journalist. Your stories are Mutha Fukkin HILARIOUS, vivid with content and most of all, REAL as hell. No one else on this whole site even comes to close to your blogs infotainment ( is that a word?) or humor value. Ok, now that I have been sincere and swoll your head up. Carry on my nigga !
Good luck & God Bless you on your journies.

PS- You are %100 right about the age taboo factor in the USA versus Latino Americana standards

I had to copy this comment, since itīs the best comment ever and will definitely inspire me to keep paying money to write these blogs. So, Therican, Thank you. Itīs awesome that somebody I have never met is reading my recent life story. I looked at your profile and you seem to be a real deep cat and I love all the quotes regarding life and the best way to live it. We seem to have the same mindset, except yourīs may run a bit deeper. I will look forward to reading your blog when you start your travels. And yes, I would love to become a travel journalist actually. When I get home I think one of the first things I will do is rewrite all these blogs, correct spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, rewrite the inside jokes, spice up the vocabulary and language etc etc and submit it to somewhere, maybe a travel magazine or a couple of publishers who dabble in travel biographies. I would also love to write like a lonely planet guide just for guys. these travel guides suck as$ and donīt tell you anything cool. like I donīt need to know your suggestions on where to eat, finding restaurants is easy, finding the best places to go and hang out isnīt. Also, if you need any advice about traveling just let me know, I will help you out the best I can. BTW: did you see I mentioned Ayn Rand in my previous blog? I wrote that before I even knew your favorite book was written by Ayn Rand. Crazy.

I go to the beach and Faq around there most of the day. The 18 year old (which seems old now) didnīt show up but maybe itīs because I got there pretty late since I didnīt crash until 9am basically. I came home and ate some cereal which was awesome and then took a sweet ass nap in the hammock. I go out later and get a drink and Iīm wandering around town and I stumble upon this bar which is featuring a makeshift band (now when I mention a bar most of the time the bar is nothing more than a whole in the wall with some tables and chairs situated outside). There are 7 guys sitting around a table all playing various instruments and two of them are like the lead singers. There is also some old dude standing near the table playing a tambourine and heīs a little off. Iīm wondering if he just showed up with the tambourine uninvited and started jamming and the band is thinking oh ####, this guy blows but heīs so old how can we tell him no or if the band just gave it to him to play because they feel sorry for him and figure how much can you really screw up the music by playing a stupid tambourine a little off beat (my mom used to play tambourine in a band and I guarantee she didnīt know what she was doing, MOM - post a sweet comment about your rock n roll days and let us know if you really knew how to play the tambourine and if it mattered or not). The music is very authentic, very traditional and very cool. I grab a beer and sit my ass down on some steps and just chill and take in the surroundings and the pleasant vibe. I donīt really want to drink much tonight and I definitely donīt want to start talking to anyone because more times than not that just leads to a long night of drinking. I just had 2 crazy ass, drunk and really long nights, I need a night off. People are dancing in the street and band is jamming away and everything is perfect until this motorcycle pulls up pretty close to me and some chick tries to jump on the back of it. And when she does, some other chick comes darting through the crowd like Arachnid (the dart board company, not the spider, itīs a joke, not a good one) and pulls her off the motorcycle and then proceeds to punch her in the face. As she punches her in the eye she slips and falls backwards right in front of me which was pretty sexy since she was laying on her back and looked angry.
Two guys break up the cat fight which sucked, but it didnīt suck for long because in 2 minutes they were right back at it. Good stuff. A couple of guys got into it too and one of them took a pretty good ass kicking. Brazilian chicks are crazy jealous. Seriously, if you have a Brazilian girlfriend and there is another girl you donīt like and you wouldnīt mind seeing her dead, just mess with that girl and make sure your girlfriend finds out about it. A good chance exists that within a short time frame that girl will die. Well, the drama was good, but now the party is cut short and the band I believe went home (except for the old dude who is still bangin on the tambourine all by himself, I wonder if even knew there was a band there in the first place, hmmm). Well, guess Iīll go crash, I need the sleep.

BTW: do you see that picture at the top of the little girl holding up the letter "S". Weaknuts sent this to me and it may just be the greatest picture ever. Get it, "S" is for Samich and she is African American to boot (Iīm being PC now). Iīm sure most of you know the story but just in case you donīt let me run through it real quick. I went to this samich shop called Potbellys every morning basically to get a ham and egg samich. This one black chick usually made my samich and since I saw her more or less 5 days a week we became 5-minute-a-day friends. The thing is she was pretty dope so I asked her out or whatever and she gave me her phone number and told me to call her. Cool. So I call her one day and I ask if Katrina is there, and she goes "this is Katrina", me "Hey whatīs up, itīs Shawn", her "oh hey shawn, whatīs going on", me "not much, so what are you doing, making samiches", her "click", thatīs right the bit#h hung up on me. Hah, how hilarious is that. Lesson learned, if a chick works in a samich shop donīt ax her if she is making samiches on her off hours from work. They apparently get mad. So anyway, that pic is super pimp.

Oh and while Iīm here can I just mention how F!ckin stupid PC bosh!t is. Seriously. PC crap is one of the worst things to overtake America and any other part of the world who is stupid enough to think that calling a Secretary an Administrative Assistant is going to make any f"ckin difference what-so-ever. A rose by any other name smells just as sweet, yeah, and a retard by any other name is still just as stupid. I mean a janitor still has to pick up the f"ckin garbage even if he is called a custodial engineer. Words can only have meaning based on the meaning you yourself ascribe to them. This phenomenon is one of the most ridiculous things I have ever witnessed on a global scale. Ok, I said my peace.

BTW: I think this blog wonīt let me cuss anymore so thatīs why you will see cuss words spelled incorrectly. I hate this suckin site now.

Fin

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