Amsterdam,
Russel, one of our employes at the farm and a 100 % street shit like me - told me last week about Dikke Kees his dealer and assiosiates,
Michiel, a frêle-framed loser who brought in the daily dough for his crack habit working for Max, arrested...
Max with his flaming red shoulder long hair, big guy with a shitty face and a likewise tember, spending X-mas and New Year in jail...
And then there was Ali, the Marrocan supplier - Hell freezing over, why do these shits always have to be Marrocan? - living out on the Haarlemmerweg, another small framed shit whose mouth seems to have make up for his diminutive frame... spending these so-called Holy Days in jail, New Year`s celebration, fire crackers and people being merry and toasting with full to the overflow champagne glasses... - hehehe- seen from the inside of a nowadays not all that clean Dutch prison cell, behind bars and kicking the habit brought about by your own mercandise...
Small wonder I saw Dikkie kees - Fat Kees - thought everybody else calls him Big Kees due to his bulky frame, walking down the Haarlemmerdijk, his habitual alu can of cheap beer in hand, big blue ice bonnet on his carzy head, demanding free smokes from people whoe were glad to be out of the house on a sunny afternoon after three X-mas cold sundays, screaming across the road "heeft U twintig Euro cent voor mij?", freaked out of his head after three days of forced Cold Turkey...
I wasnt`t all that surprised I found my cycle tyre flat of air like the Sahara without water monday morning...Fat Kees hates me to my guts but sneakiness is only Kees his repertoire when Cold Turkey is in the air or a speed ball has gone down the neurals of his fucked-up mind the wrong way again.... all other times he`ll steer well clear of me though he might promised Harry a few nasty things considering me hoping for a few cherished aforementioned cheap alu cans of beer...
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