Holland, Amsterdam,31 Aug. 2010.
Feels like autumn though we are only in late aug. here in Amsterdam, cycling my usual route to my Plekkie in front of the world famous Anne Frank House....a determined street seller having the most profitable place in all of Amsterdam, a licence and a special police paper is all it takes to make me feel at ease and ready to sell my games, my one-man Mandala business even after all these years extremely profitable indeed, having brought me a debtless excistence and enough dough to realise my dreams, travelling the globe on the money paid to me by customers the world over....a certain superstitious understatement here I guess, a strange twist of luck in the twisted life of a street tomcat who would have otherwise ended up as all these other boozers in the park...
Like my old mate Rob who is fascinated by my Hot Momma stories from Thailand and The Phillipines, my bicycle trips to The States and Mexico, my African adventures and motorbiking across India but whose frequent toilet trips leave him little peace, the result of his daily intake of 8 or 9 litre of cheap Appie Heyn beer, huge clammy drops of sweat dropping down his unwashed, unshaven lived-out face at the slightest excertion...
Like Crazy Richard, aka The Little Shit, whose fascination with these little balls of crack makes his dental work rot though he is only in his mid forties...whose homeless excistence has never been upgraded beyong the rusty old boat he occasionally sleeps on, good for boozing too when the rain comes down in droves and his childhood mate Rob has fallen out with him again...
Like Raymon, aka the Demon because of his rowdy behaviour, whose boat is even smaller and his dental work in an even worse state as Richard's though being nearly ten years younger and who always boasts of the escort service he wants to set up, the big dope lab that is near completion but whose spare beer change and crack money comes from selling outdated homeless magazines in front of the Haarlemmerdijk Appie Heyn supermarket...
Like Harry The Attention Seeker who managed to flush 80.000 Euro inheritance dough from his deceased Dad down the proverbial toilet paying all the aforementioned dope and booze for the Brotherhood of Westerpark Alcoholic, taking them home where huge arguements and outright fights took place, Amsterdam's finest and a not so friendly judge threatening him with a homeless excistence all in his own...
I could continue this for quite a while but let it suvice to say I feel quite at ease cycling to my Plekkie, my little Mandala suitcase with wire, beads, pairs of pincers etc, tied to the back...been there, done that, survived it...these funny little games carried me beyond...a certain superstitious understatement indeed...
...Nearly 1300 games sold this summer already, lucky me
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