Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

So this wont be very story like cuz i couldnt possible describe it well enough. But we went t jamboree, which is like a jazz sort of backpackers/tourists with money bar, next to some hostels. Always packed but usually puts on an excellent show, so we went cuz it was half of our last night in barcelona. There were like 9-10 of us, but half decided to smoke a joint at the door and got turned away. So there were 5 of us, but jersey man (old jersey) was off on his on being jazz man, and old japanese lady wasnt sure if she was coming cuz she'd already been there once that night but we saw her later in the crowd, high as a motherfucker, or as high as a 4 foot woman could be.
So it was me, and winnipeg, ecuadorian girl, (emily) and both me and winnipeg were in strange flirtatious moods, horndogged as they come or something, but i threw off those shackles for the music, sort of. Winnipeg just got drunk, cuz what else would a 25 yr old with a business degree he wont ever use, living in barcelona, for a few months funny looking (yet popular) sort of guy do?
Emily was just chill, cute as ever.
And the show opened up long before we arrived, but two saxophone guys, a large human beat box, an upright bassist, drummer, and dj on turntables. played a 15 mins intro in the dark and then the music was a pumping. Dueling sax, fighting for control and yet backing eachothers every step took center, and dancing amongst the crowd ensued (as it should, except next time, less people, bigger room) Anyway, by the end of the night we added an electric bass, a flutist, a guitarist and 2 crazy rappers taking turns dissing eachother's clothes and styles in spanish (which sounds rediculously cool, especially cuz they go so fast u cant tell if it rhymes or not but it flows out they mouths like polluted mississippi into the gulf of mexico.
Winnipeg had left long ago, and me and emily walked home sweating sort of boucing off the walls, ringing in the ears, but in that sort of my mind is blown and i like it way. The jazz, funk, reggae, brazilian, spanish, african, hip hop group (as they called themselves, in a different order) had succeeded in expanding the boundaries of the universe. dj dilemna, a kid who could be 12 or 22 more words per minute then are countable, he won by the way. and this morning, that experiance we had shared amounted to a shy hello before we went separate ways. (shoo) thats for all the cats, not just the chica. SAD

So im in london, im hugry as shit, but its like 3.99 for some kfc or 5.90 for fish and chips the meal i am supposed to have, and i just cant decide which is more worth it. So peace and love I will probably be up at like 5 am ur time(future our time) on thursday cuz jet lag is shite and i wont be able to sleep when its like 12