The title says it all, I've been here almost a week and I'm a tangled mess of substances and hallucinatory half-memories. The more fucked up I am, the more threatengin this place seems. Wandering heroine addicts, Morroccan drug pushers, drunken and brawling Scottsmen and the endless rows of prostitutes posing in windows. This place is horrible, sucking me in and snatching my money and my sanity. Street walkers catcalling me, but the worst is the eternal flow of dipshit Americans. They're everywhere! We're the most rampant tourist plague ever invented. Loud and abonixious and we expect every one to speak our language. Why the world puts up with us is beyond me. I hate to think that Hollywood is all we have to offer the Earth.

And I still have four more days of this.

I'll probably not drink for a few days. Gotta give the liver a break. I'll leave all the hard stuff to Ryan and George and George's friend Oliver. I need to get my head together and plan future machinations. Western Europe has been a dead end of cash-sucking tourist traps and friends too bizarre to hold conversations with. If I can keep my shit together a few more days, maybe I can pull a rabbit out of my hat in Poland. Get some real research done.

KEEP THE MAN TOGETHER FOR ONE LAST MISSION