We arrived in Europe and were taken to a comfortable six-bed hostel in a really pretty old building. It is cold as crap here. I'm lucky I brought my second hand North Face jacket which turns my body into a furnace... We slept away most of the day. Lockett and I roamed the streets for a minute and then he went to an Irish Pub where he alledges to have met an assasin who gave him a "bullet."
I stayed in and made a song to document the mood I felt on the coblestone streets of this place.
All of the boys are out playing roulette and non-stops.
Kristin is sleeping.
I'm feeling melancholy.
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