Kenny Powers (the pig)

Kenny Powers has not been eating that much that stupid pig. He is possibly homesick, which is quite understandable. But anyway he needs to get his strength up that idiot. I have stopped eating bacon lately out of respect to him, so the least he can do is eat his nutri grains and normal grains and also his carbo shots that i put in his water bowl. Maybe he has growing pains. He has grown a lot even in the last two weeks. He seems pretty happy when we walk around Berlin and hang round in the park, however it has been hard finding anyone else with a pig that we can make friends with. I now know what it is like for people with kids who try and make friends with other people with kids, except it is even harder with a pig. I am considering taking us out to the country on the train to find an area with more pigs around.
Felix and Sam's moving business is pretty much taking off so that is pretty good. Pretty soon they will need to get an office and maybe even t-shirts made up. I have still yet to be offered to take on a moving job for them. But I am not pissed off or anything. In fact I am pretty happy just cruising around with Kenny Powers for now. I hope he doesn't grow so big that he will not fit in the basket on the back of Trent (my awesome bike).
When we are cruising the streets together like partners in crime I often daydream about how if I was rich I would buy a motorbike with a sidecar and cruise round the town with Kenny Powers sitting beside me wearing a leather pilots hats and sweet goggles. Pretty sure I would be 10 out of 10 irresistable to any babe that made eye contact with me or KP. I then wonder if KP is thinking something along similar lines.
Today we had to return some camera equipment back to a hire place about 5km away. It was part of my job for the day working as a runner on a fashion shoot. It was actually one of the only things I did except eat bagels and drink cokes. I also looked out the window quite a bit, which I am getting more and more addicted to.
Anyway, the lady who had hired this crap, I believe it was a silver reflective thing which you shine on the subject of the photo, gave me directions to the hire place. Just when I thought it was going to be pretty simple to find and I had my head around my route she said 'You can't miss it.'
YOU. CAN'T. MISS. IT. Can't I? Are you absolutely sure on this? NO. You CAN miss it.
She may as well have hexed the directions with 'May Satan speed you towards an unknown destination blind through the black night on a dark steed of doom.'
Because as soon as someone ends directions with 'You can't miss it' there is usually some characteristic about this destination that will make you miss it. And nine times out of ten you WILL miss it. And then have to turn back around, or stop, and call the idiot who told you you can't miss it and then talk about landmarks and if you have passed a certain T junction in the road or whatever.
Well guess what?
I missed it. Luckily I was prepared for this and had written down the address on my arm previously. I went in to a shop and the woman behind the counter knew where it was. And as I didn't understand all the dynamics of their German, even if they had tried to say 'You can't miss it' i was protected by the curse from not understanding that particular phrase in German.
However, I did cast my own curse on the lady who had sent me on my errand. And her future bloodline. After we dropped it off I didn't even return back to work. Me and Kenny decided to go hang out down by the river and just chill, as it was a nice evening.