Oakland
I'm in Oakland right now and Liz and me are about to go play some music. We're staying in a lovely place they call "the ghetto" which isn't quite what I expected, the roads are a lot wider than I thought they'd be and everyone in the street says "Sup" or "Sssup Big Man" to me. The house we're staying in is the only house with white people for a few blocks so we-re ghetto novelty.
All the girls in the house when we sit on the stoop speak Spanish. They can switch and translate black ghetto speak back and forth for me and Liz. It feels very surreal most of the time.
Although some languages are universal. I got to see a real live wooden handle gun metal grey revolver last night. I didn't get to touch it or fire it but it looked pretty cool.