Chin up, guys. All of us have been Trumped, but life goes on. Being back to my city after three exciting months at Hollywood made me rethink my life purpose: I'll focus in making Barcelona great again. How will I do it? Taking LA as an example.
- First and foremost, I learned it's really important to prevent people from walking on the street. Hello, Barcelona hippies? Get a fucking car already!
- Speak of the devil, if we want Barceloneta to be somehow similar to Venice beach we must place some leaf-eater hippies on the sand immediately. That shouldn't be difficult task - we got plenty of them. Just make sure they are provided with illegal exotic animals like snakes and parrots, there is a constant current of pott smoke in the air, and dogs are dirty enough to put off a long-term german couchsurfer.
This could be Venice, bitch |
- Last but not least, we need a way more dangerous subway. Barcelona won't be an A-list capital city until our underground transportation becomes as deathly as in any city of the U.S.
That's it. Well, there's probably more to say but I'm done with bulleted lists.
Which reminds me: Bullets, we'd also need way more bullets.