Amsterdam, 15 Sept. 2012.
The buyers hang back, a few furtive glances, maybe a cold stare, El
Senoyor Mucho El Dopo desperately turning away from me while I walk
by, old battered suitcase as usual tied to the back of my ATB, hoping
in vain I won't rat on him to the city's finest...
I am a familiar face here on Westermarkt, just around the corner from
good old Mokum's munber one tourist hotspot, the Anne Frank House
where, by now autimun approaching, I have once again spent all summer
making and selling my treasured Mandalas...
A fair and honset trade compared to those fleas of the street,
microscopic particles whose only God is their sacred addiction and the
money they need to get their dirty hands, stained fingernails and all
that, on it...
A misguided inniciative to live a loser's life!!!
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