Tuesday, January 31, 2012

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So yeah. My last entry was written in October last year. This is probably the longest hiatus I've ever had from writing.

A few things have happened since then, most of them have been really good. Oscar and I went to Stockholm and Gamex in November. I've never been to a videogame convention before, and even though it was pretty small, it was pretty damn great. I met up with an old friend, V, who also happened to be involved in arranging the whole thing. I hadn't seen V in almost five years and we used to be really close, so that was pretty nice. Oscar also had a bunch of cool friends coming that I really enjoyed meeting.

Best things about Gamex 2011:

1) Children talking about cannibalism on the subway on the way there.
2) Level Up, a band that had a mini-concert at the convention. I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd hear the Duck Tales-theme played on a violin, and love it.
3) An old man standing around with a beercan on his head.
4) Hearing the words pants and salvation used in the same sentence.


The other thing I wanted to tell you about is something really strange that happened about a month ago. Someone was furiously banging on the front door pretty late one evening. I opened it, and outside stood a complete stranger with a machete in his hand, covered in blood. He was really terrified. Naturally, I let him in.

Turns out he lives a few blocks away from my place. Machete-guy and his friend had gone down to the store to buy cigarettes, and when they came back to his apartment, they ran into three guys with guns who had broken in while they were away.

Machete-guy, who had previous experience with burglars, had an ”emergency machete” (I loved that word) which he used to slice one of them in the face. His friend was beaten unconscious and Machete-guy ran, with two of the burglars on his tail. He ran out on the road and stopped a car but the driver refused to take him any further than to the corner my house is on. So he got out and ran up to the nearest house with the lights on, which happened to be mine, to get away from
the guys with the guns.

I let him in, made him tea and let him use the phone to call the police and an ambulance. He was shocked as fuck and really scared. Said he'd moved here to start a new life, away from drugs and crime. Seems like he kinda failed there. Oh well, atleast his friend survived and neither he nor I got shot in the process, so I guess it's all good.

Other than that, I also got a job. It's a piece of shit job with a piece of shit pay, but it's certainly better than nothing and it'll keep me afloat for now. Yay!