Good Friday. What's so good about it, really? Most places here are closed. People flock the churches this weekend and in Christmas, then tell God to fuck off the rest of the year. Me? I'm a little more honest about it. I'm eating a Double Whopper with cheese, no mayo. Why? Because this is supposed to be a free country and Burger King is the only fast food joint sensible enough to open. I mean, in other countries it's business as usual. Sure, Jesus died, but I still had to go to class, go to work, take midterms and all that bull. But because here in PR, the Shining Star of The Caribbean, we have to be more religious than the Pope, everything shuts down. Besides, this is an excuse for people to get away to the beach, take the weekend off or give the finger to the rest of the world. Me? I'm eating this Whopper, reading "Noir" and getting ready to party tonight with Oscilador 4 and Solur (Panoptica).

Oh and antartica is the opening act for Icaro Azul's record release party on Hard Rock Cafe on the 18th.

"Jesus Died For Your Sins, But Not Mine" - Patty Smith (who has a cool boxed set out. I want it.)