Steel Horse I ride I'm ah Cowboy... 09/22/2005

The first thing that came to mind when I landed in Belgium is this is very different traveling through Europe without “Bobo” no its not my pet Care Bear but rather Newfoundland looking side kick, kind of like Ton to if he was the white one and the lone ranger was Indian. I wonder if I was the Lone Ranger if my cover identity would I be named Josh Sacramento, or would that be Carmen San Diego’s fiancée? Anyhow my tummy growled from long arduous flight and landing there at 8am with the air temperature being a shade above ass purple, I scoured the countryside for food like Bea Arthur for a cabana boy. Instead of food I came upon a courtyard at the steps of the capital and national judicial building full of painted horses (my little ponies on steroids) and cows (tribute to Wisconsin was the title I think). Painted by local and international artist were a series of Horses, Cows and out cuts of both animals. Through this were myriad of scantily dressed maidens you would refer to them as European university students. I spoke only in riddles as they asked my name I said “El Gatos” they said nothing else, no just “El Gatos” I come from a land across the ocean and through the trees riding on a steel bird. They tired at this point and said what is this douche back talking about lets just wave and move on, and so they did.












(Sachi in Belgium looking GQ after being up for 29 hours straight)