I'm back in SF

Classic Israel moment in the airport yesterday morning. I wander into the CD store just to waste some time and see if they have this elusive CD Barak asked me to pick up for him. No one has it in the whole freaking country. Anyway they don't have it either. But I remember that I still have 16 bucks of tzedakah from a MONTH ago to get rid of before I leave the country so I stick it in the CD store's autism charity collection box. The two cuties who work at the store (why must everyone in Israel be a cutie?) are impressed and give me a present, of a giftwrapped CD. I warn them that now I will be in trouble with security since someone I don't know has given me something to take on the plane. they laugh and introduce themselves so I won't not know them. somehow it comes out about that I make tee shirts. And the one guy says, oh wow, I know someone who does that too, this dude Dan Mobius. And I'm like, of course you do. Fucking tiny ass country where everyone knows each other.

Then he starts telling me that chicks in Tel Aviv are gonna eat up my Nes Gadol panties if I make them as a bathing suit and how he is gonna connect me to an Israeli producer. Genius. And all this goes down at 5 AM with me feeling like shit.

It's been a good trip. It was very hard to leave. I feel really weird about leaving a place where I feel so emotional and where I know so many people and have had 3 job offers and a hot fling. That's how they suck you in, I guess. They make out with you and offer you a shitty job writing at the J'lem Post.