Well, here we are in Harran! Am I tripping?!
I thought it would be like all sand and Laurence of Arabia-ish, but they've got roads and everything. Well, not everything. Actually, I was thinking about opening a Porky's Pork-Emporium here. You could make a fortune. And when I say "you", I mean me, because that is a trademark Nick Pesto idea. We're friends and all, but this is business.
So where are these games happening? It's hard to understand the foreigners who live here. A lot of them don't even speak American. It's a real problem, because last night this girl who looked road kill was trying to come on to me (Americans, right? We're like gold down here!)
She was babbling in that groany gibberish language they've got. She wasn't really my cup of tea, but I thought, when in Rome, boink some Romans. But then she went gnarly and chomped me. Now I feel weird. Bet she gave me sniffolous. I think I should see a doctor.
But hey, we're in Harran! this is so cool! Good times for Nick Pesto and Frankie G. Partee!