27 Oct. 2010.
So there he is, the fat Pensionado neighbor I blogged about the other day, the man that always groans and moans under his breath when he mounts the many steep stairs to his third floor appartment due to arithmic pains in his old bones...
That old survivor on his weird O-shaped legs always willing to tell me the latest gossip of the Spaarndammer Barrio where I live here in good ole Mokum...
The old fatso who always wants to hear about my latest trip to King Bhumipol's Asian realm, trying hard to steer our conversation in the direction of the Thai Hot Mommas walking up and down the Pattaya boulevard, their platform shoes - high heeled lady boots, you know, they call them platform shoes over there and are very popular - going clicketyclack on the pavement...the disappointment clearly visible in his reumy old man's eyes when I steer the conversation topic back to the teachings of Lord Buddha, and the merrits of living your life accordingly, even for us Farangs...
That old but friendly fat neighbor who always has time to spend while watching the world go by from the entrance of that old tilting typical Amsterdam house he lives in...ten minutes of his not so precious time and the prilimenary sketch was finished with the colors done later during the night...thanks old man..
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