Thursday, December 08, 2005

oh what i'd kill for a heater

yes it's been a while. but believe it or not, i've been busy. i've actually been working all day long for the past couple weeks. uncharacteristicly, i put off a lot of work until the very last second. so i've been adding a french and german narration to this brilliant video i've created. of course, being fluent in both languages not to mention the dozen or so others i've picked up, this was no problem. right. busy for th last two weeks. but now i am finished and have moved to the mountains for the time being. it's cold. i sleep under four blankets and in my clothes (which i've worn for three days straight now cause we have no water and i'm not bathing outside in the gutter). i have a new friend. his name is trey, he plays guitar and although he only weighs about 180 pounds and is pretty tidy, i'm sure he'd go to formal with carolyn if she asked. but before moving up to the mountains with the children and clean air, trey stayed with me for a while in fes. we were sitting around one day, waiting to go to dinner at someone's house, when the doorbell rings. i hate my doorbell. it's really loud and it usually turns out to be someone looking for the acupuncturist on the floor below and not me at all. so i go and open the door and there stand two young girls. they couldn't have been more than 16. well, they start off in french and so i ask trey (who speaks french) what the hell is going on. and he says she's askig for a glass of water and a japanese guy. weird. so i go get her the water but unfortunatly don't have any japanese guys so she thanks us and leaves. trey looks at me and says "she asked if we wanted to take a nap." yeah. this girl and her friend wanted to spend the night. i've never really been solicited for sex before, especially by door-to-door hookers, so i was sort of shocked. i mean, one girl had her head covered and was still wearing her little mermaid backpack from school. do their parents know what they're up to? is this a popular hobby for their friends? and where does the japanese guy come in? but apparently this is pretty common over here. which is really sad, despite how funny the situation was. so next time someone rings your doorbell and asks for some mountain dew and a latino man, know something's not right. unless you happen to be in africa. then don't worry, it's just another day.

7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

justin - good to see that you're back; and that you've actually done some work. come home soon.

7:22 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm glad to see that your video project was finished in a more timely manner than Jarrod's plato paper. Come home soon. There's always a spot for you in my bed, since we keep our japanese guy in the closet.

11:16 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Douchebag, I mean, Justin:

If you were not quite a distance away I would give you a look of death. In fact, I think I'll do it anyway. Feel the burn, my friend. And I'm glad you thought of me.

11:49 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

matt said...

Ooohhhh...so in your title to this blog, "heater" is like a double entendre for a literal heater to keep you warm and for some "act" that the little girls offered you.

Pervert. You're married.

8:54 am  
Blogger Me said...

you should write a song about that... i know you could sing about little girl hookers and still make it sound so sweet.

i bet your family is glad that you'll be back in time for christmas. i can't wait to see your pictures and the video!

9:39 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

uncle justin i am so excited to see you. the last time you stayed with my mommy and daddy i was to young to really understand who you were. but now i'm nearly 5months old and not only can i hold my head up on my own but i clearly know what is going on around me. I am a baby that loves to travel. boy oh boy do i love being pushed around campus in my stroller. and oh the adventures that i have when daddy takes me to his secret little meetings. I'm hoping one day that mommy and daddy will take me on a trip overseas but until then i'll have to depend on you to tell me about the world. if i'm really interested in what you tell me then I might even surprise you with some baby sounds that when i make them my mommy always respons by saying "man, it sounds like he is saying mom" but my daddy is always right "jess, he has no clue what he is saying. he's just making sounds." those two are nuts. it's a wonder that i'm not crazier than i am.

- Baby Paul Jasper

1:19 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Justin,
Hey! It's Breanne...not sure if you remember me. Blue Slide Camp in Humboldt a couple years back. I came across a random email from you from way back when today and got to thinking about you, so I googled you online and it brought me here! Hopefully you're not totally freaked out. I don't even know if this is you or not, but read a bit of your blogs, and couldn't help but be intrigued because it sounds like you are (or were) in Morocco? I was there last year for a few months, and so it was fun to read your crazy stories from there. So yeah, decided to say hello while I was here, just in case it happened to be the Justin Mullikin I knew. My email address is the same: bresimpson@yahoo.com if you care to write. Or I'm on MySpace too. It would be fun to get in touch again. Well, adios for now. Hope to hear from you soon. -BREANNE

2:15 am  

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