Garbage Bodies

So we´ve been in the same hostel in Madrid for about a week now and I feel like I need to describe the interior of the room that we have spent a majority of our time in. It is a fairly small room with one bunk bed and three other beds crammed tightly into a small amount of space. So, with that, our huge backpacks, and us... there isn´t much room for anything else.

Except garbage.

The amount of garbage that we managed to pack into that room is ridiculous. There´s a supermarket right up the street that has a ton of cheap food and drinks, so we go there all the time. The amount of bread crumbs (Glenn´s broke ass sucks at eating fucking bread.), 2 liter fanta bottles, chip bags, Doo Wop wrappers, and other miscellaneous items was ridiculous. I managed to fill about 7 grocery bags almost to the bursting point, but there was still more. The lady at the hostel walked in one day and started laughing at all the trash we accumulated. And then we took it out, because we felt like bastards, only to have it reappear a couple days later.

But the main point of this story is garbage bodies. Due to the large amount of garbage, multiple times one of our beloved crew members has laid down on a bed, then when he stands up, he has a multitude of small pieces of garbage that have molded to his body. The best example is Brendan. Brendan sat up after reading or something and had created a breadcrumb farm on his back with a nice little tinfoil ball barn burrowed into his skin right below his shoulder. That is when the term ¨Garbage Bodies¨was coined.