Paul, the old geezer.

Amsterdam, 20-12-2007. Cold and freezing cold here in Amsterdam these last few days. But cold or not mr. Paul was at the Albert Heyn supermarket behind the Royal Palace selling the Z-krant, a magazine made by and sold by the homeless. Not that Paul is homeless these days, I`ve been aware for some time now that he has a place somewhere in the Jordaan. Not that he`ll tell me where, scared that he`s I`ll pass on the info to Richard the Little Shit. These two have bad blood between them. Still Paul should have his pension by now and now need for spare change selling that stupid magazine. Unless that crazy, good for nothing Shawn is back in his house spending all day watching the BBC and drinking strong beer and Red Wine, let`s not forget port in huge quantities. Paul affirmed my suspicions and told me the "poor man" got a job for a demolition company but went through his lower back on the very first day....hahahahaha... what a good laugh. The man hates work even more as any professional dole person here in Amsterdam. Good for him Paul, who is at least partly gay by the way, has had a crush on him for years. Now Shawn can live it up again untill the next time he has got too much port down his fucking throat and will, once again, beat the crap out of Paul. Jeez, that old geezer should know better, how many times has he been beaten up by him, mon, I tell you, he even lost his house some years ago because of that english shit!!!