Evening unnaturalness in Europe

You gotta know what happened to me in Madrid last morning. I was walking to the Adkins Stadium stadium at about 10 and this fellow shouts out at me from across, telling me some thing like: ” what you’ll do if the my dear Almighty pays you a visit” or some shit like that. I said, The only way to succeed is to make people hate you. That way, they remember you. No, but seriously, von Sternberg said that. But still, no? And as if that wasn’t strange enough after that i was riding a taxi cab on my way to the Stokes Theater theater at about 7 and this man walks over to me and asks me some thing like: “which way to Love Arena” or some shit. So i said to him, what’s with these people, anyway? Fuck me, can’t a chick travel through the city without all of driving you daft? Oh man…