Quite a crew

Marius "I have a summer house in Mallorca, drinks are on me. Let's sniff some coke" Sauerkraut - the rich kid with a little coke habit, as I told you before. His sister is a semi-famous German actress. Ugly. Not much to say about Marius, though, but I do think he's the most broken fucker I've ever come across. He's constantly on some sort of high. Usually alcohol. As soon as he comes back from lectures, he pours a can of beer down his throat and won't stop drinking till he goes to sleep, often drinking alone in his room. Ugh. And he just became 19. I'm sorry for him. He went to Germany for the weekend and said he'll bring some coke and amphetamine back with him. It's supposedly very easy, just hide a few Gs in your boots.

Tobias Schniedelwitzen - the only guy I don't really like in my flat. Yeah, we both go out, we both try to pick up girls, but we're as different as black and white. When I go out, I want to have fun, but this is a concept he has a hard time understanding. The only reason he goes out or even talks with girls is to get laid. For the last few days he's been excited like a 5 year old kid with a sex addiction, trying to talk us into going to an "Octopussy" party in Liquid. Jesus creeping shit.

Alex - a chubby Englishman, addicted to washing his clothes, cleaning the kitchen and recycling. Waging a battle against drinking and having fun, he's been out with us only once, to a dinner thingy at Ana's kitchen (I love this place, it's becoming kind of symbolic to me). Yesterday the only interaction between us was him telling us to fuck off after we tried to buy some drugs off him. He spends all his time in the laundryhouse and Francesc thought the only possible conclusion is that he's a dealer. Not so apparently.

Francesc - damn, I like this guy. One of the most fun people I've met in my life. <--- this is shit writing by the way - show vs. tell. If you want to let people know you had a fun night out, you don't just say Oh yeah, it was great, instead you describe it. But I'm not that good at writing, and most of the good jokes are jokes of the moment, it's very difficult to transfer the atmosphere and fun into words. I'll try to remember something for the blog next time we're out though.

And then there's Kosta.