JustBrad: Seeing What You Wish You Saw, But Still Slippin up Along the Way

I'm sure you've all heard of Venice, Italy right.. People navigating around the city on moats, couples on romantic dinners feasting on pasta, & Italian men in striped shirts singing ol' school Italian lullabies, etc.. Well I saw all of that, plus a little more.. You really don't even need to hop on a boat or moat in Venice if you don't want to.. Sorry to burst your bubble but the whole city has plenty of sidewalks and bridges for you to use.. I was too cheap to pay for something I didn't need like a lame boat ride, when I could be copping new Jordans and Nike Dunks, so I didn't do the whole tourist-hop-on-a-boat-just-to-say-I've-done-it thing.. Instead, I walked around, and weaved my way in-and-out of the tourists to capture some photos for the blog like I always do, etc.. But before I get into the pics, let me tell you about why I am still in Italy posting this.. Yesterday I spoke to the woman at the train information desk, and told her that I want to book a ticket out of Italy from VERONA to Croatia... She says "si", and books the ticket for me.. Transaction over. I go on with my day, and at night I leave for the station early to wait around for my train cuz I didn't want anything to go wrong.. I get to the station and ask some dude which platform I'm supposed to be waiting at.. He checks my ticket and says oh shit, you're supposed to be in VENICE to catch the train.. So I quickly hop on a train to Venice, but I miss my connection by 15 minutes.. Awww!! FUCK info desk clerks who fail to give you vital information!! (Especially the ones who say they speak english).. So after I find out I missed my train I figure I'll just hop on another one later. But the next one wasn't until 915 April 3rd, and every other train were to places in Italy.. So now I was stuck in a city outside of Venice, which also happened to be the hood.. Like literally; as soon as the station was closing, mad swarms of homeless people were waiting around drinking, yapping, and breaking out their cardboard for the night.. And here comes me, confused as hell, strolling around with fresh clothes on, a Ralph Lauren suitcase, backpack, treo, and Ipod, pretty much stopping all convos by them and asking for all eyes on me.. I quickly got the fuck outta there like I knew where I was going.. I finally found a hotel that didn't charge me hella money, but I got what I paid for.. It was more like a motel, and was ran by some old woman.. She was scared of me at first, but once she heard my American accent it calmed her down and I tried to explain my situation to her.. She felt bad so she hooked me up with one of the master bedrooms and warmed me up some of her pasta and gave me wine lol.. Dope, but the room was gross as shit nonetheless, I would take pics but I don't want people to see me grindin haha.. Besides it aint nothing compared to where I stayed in Nigeria so I'm not even gonna trip, cuz I'm picking up on wi-fi and thats all that matters.. now enjoy some pics + a few from Verona

diggin the c.k. poster, way to take over

nice graff

wag wam

fuck the cool? hmmmm, anyone want to explain what they think this means?

stupid pigeons

if i were to throw a party in my-make-believe loft in venice, these two in the middle would definitely make the guest-list

such a dime but bad picture

lol

definitely not the kind of water you'd want to dip your feet in

this had me "crackin" up; pun intended

goodbye venice.. now some flicks from verona

a lotus!!! ballin, when i get one who wants to sit passenger seat w/ me? syke! i already know who i'd want with me ;)