Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Dirk from the street

Holland, Amsterdam,
18 Aug. 2010.

So here he is, an artistic impression of Dirk The Bookmaker...Dirk who came to Amsterdam quite some years ago, leaving his native Groningen province little farmer`s village behind, carrying a big fat wallet in the back of his dirty farmer`s jeans that was stained with years of shovelling cow shit in his father`s farm. The fat wallet came from his grandmother`s inheritance....

Dirk was obsessed with the idea of making his fat wallet work to his advantage and turn it into an even fatter bank acount, wild ideas roaming around his farmer`s son`s head, the result of watching American Hillstreet Blues police series on an antiquated farmer`s TV set when he wasn`t shovelling the aforementioned cow dung....

Hanging out with the Westerpark Brotherhood of professional boozers who due to an serious lack of cash and with an even worse cashflow problem paid him all the friendship attention he never got in his provincial farmer`s village, our Dirk came to the bright and illuminated idea of becoming a loanshark to the neighborhood`s losers and druggies, keeping all their debts in his little notebook which soon became known to the incrowd as his "bookmaker`s notebook" with Dirk himself becoming known to his newly found "buddies" as Dirk The bookmaker....

Needless to say that Dirk`s inheritance went down an endless hole that never spat out any profit, with his grandmother in God`s Kingdom - I hope anyway for the poor woman - watching down in horror how her carefully acumulated savings of a lifetime went down thirsty alcoholic throats, a couple of balls of crack to celebrate the stupid farmer`s intelligence and naivitè....

Needless to say that our poor Dirk himself is homeless now, devoid of cash but with a serious cashflow due to indulcing in his newly found buddies illegal substances, King Alcohol having a good laugh here....

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