In all honesty by the time I got to Barrio Chino it was already known as The Raval. The days of the old classic Tranny Nightclubs were coming to a close. My friend Antonio tells me stories about hardcore gay hooker bars frequented by middle eastern men looking for a good time, but really I just caught a glimpse of it at the end. A couple of Absinthe filled nights watching tributes to Sara Montiel.

Hey Guys,
It's been a little while and I can make all kinds of excuses about holidays and responsibilities or I could even come up with an emotional appeal to you and say that re-living all of these traumatic partying moments from my life in Barcelona was just too overwhelming, but the truth is I just got a bit distracted, but I wanted to get you updated on what's going on and maybe some of my insight on Barcelona will be helpful or maybe it won't.

I can feel my heart in my chest. The night is lit up by the street lamps shining down on the boardwalk of Porto Olimpico The two cops that were following me are right behind me, they seem to be sizing me up, I can't tell whether it's the fact that I'm buzzed or the bag of coke that I have in my jeans, but I'm just waiting for a hand to reach out and grab me and cuff me. Going to jail for some party promoter I hardly know, get my residency revoked, good job.