Eviction Day

Amsterdam,

My eyes are glued to the trees in the inner garden behind my house, keenly studying the leaves for movement, blowing in the wind. Too much wind means a no-go day for the Anne Frank House, just like rain means an equally boring day in the house or hanging out with the darned Westerpark Boozer Club...

Not that the gang of former Evil Friends is in any good state, mentally and physically wrecked by too much little balls of coke, provided by Mister Harry the spoiled millionaire son`s inheritance...if I can believe the rumours well over 80.000 Euro gone down the drain...up in crack inflated clouds of smoke, causing a moment`s euphoria before the strong addiction strikes again, more crack and yet more...

Hey Harry, maybe another visit to your Mum for another couple of these funny colored strips of paper, so easily transformed into crack, popularity among your friends and the bad health comes for free. Your house a sticky and smelly chaotic mess with a letter from the housing corporation informing you of the inminent end of your rent contract...

Hey freak, you might well wander home blind drunk and stoned out of your nutty brain finding your crap outside in the street and an expensive cleaning company trying to make order in a appartment that has seen it all. From Ramond balling his Marisca and leaving his unhealthy coke and alcohol invested sperm on the already too dirty to touch carpet, a toilet bowl dark brown with alcoholic`s diarrhoea and a shower head disfuctioning....

Angry neighbors, the result of countless fights and endless screaming at any time of the day or night...

Yeah Harry, when Eviction Day finally arrives for you, I will hopefully be outside in the street laughing my head off and kicking my boots through your paintings!!!