Update: 6/29/14

          It has been nearly two years since my last post on this blog. This is a result of the manifold calamities I experienced whilst in Sweden. The auction went well, I won what appeared to be a copy of the American cut of King of Chess, which was spread across two VHS tapes. However, things went sour on the walk back to my hotel. I was attacked by two men, who stripped me of all my valuables, including the tapes. Then they proceeded to beat the ever living shit out of me and then ran off into the Swedish light. There I lied, a pool of blood surrounding my head. When I awoke the next morning, I noticed that the men had taken my passport. I then crawled to the American Embassy, hoping that I could get my passport. When I arrived in the Embassy in Stockholm, I began to grow suspicious of my surroundings. All of the employees were dressed as clowns, and all of the furniture was made of meat. I starred in confusion for many minutes until one of the clowns came up to me and asked what I needed help with. I told her my story, hopping that I could find assistance, but she just laughed in my face and gave me a swift blow to the gut. I bent over in pain, and coughed up blood. She then kicked my face with her ginormous clown shoe, sending me flying out the window. Next thing I know, the clowns are all taking turns running me over in their tiny little cars and squirting water on me with the flowers pinned to their lapels. I begged them to stop, but I saw no sympathy. Once the sun fell and their shifts were finally over, they went home and left me there on the ground.

           Thankfully, I had the energy to escape from the Embassy before they arrived again for work the next morning. I was confused, how could an entire country want to suppress such an important piece of our history? Was this film really that controversial? As I pondered these questions, I realized that the answer to all of these questions was obviously yes. Whatever is in the American cut of King of Chess is truly some of the most radical and extreme film making that the art is yet to see. The Swedish government obviously saw this and, fearing a revolt, has tried to eliminate it and all who desire to associate with it. The world is simply not ready for it. As I came to these conclusions, I began to feel a greater importance for my mission, and I realized that I could not lose hope. For the past two years, I have been living a nomadic life in Scandinavia, wondering the lands in search of this great film. While my adventures have been to no avail thus far, I will continue searching for this film until the day I die.