CENTIPEDE.

IF WE WERE SMALLER WE COULD MAKE LOVE TO A CENTIPEDE.

Continueing problems with Miss MJ.

Amsterdam, 06-10-2007. Despite my continueing problems with Miss MJ and the health problems i always seem to get when i am in one of these heavy pot smoking periods of my life, i do not feel all that bad. I do suffer from serious weight loss, i have never been a fatty to begin with so i am losing body weight i cannot affort to lose!!! Everytime i plan to stop somebody or something will come up and blow my positive plans sky high to heaven and beyond, all the way out to Google Space.........Like the other day when Richard came over with a shit load of Heineken beer, how could i refuse to pay a joint for us, and when he smokes pot i smoke pot. Still it was not a bad afternoon, with the weather presenting us with a nice autumn afternoon we soon enough found ourselves back in the Kleine Parkje and by the time i staggered home i was surprised to see it was already close to 19.00 h. evening. At least a made a fine painting this week, a facial of a black beauty, my favourites as far as women go!!!

Amsterdam,

Bone`s funeral.

Amsterdam, 04-10-2007. Bone`s cremation was apperently a soory affair with all the boozers, homeless and asorted neighborhood street losers present and in the mood for a bit of fun, street fun that is!!! Stealing and fighting, Harry being chased by Leo with a wooden clog. Now,m that must have been a sight to behold, crazy Leo chasing Harry with a wooden clog....makes me wonder if there were any foreigners present....Sure as hell they must have liked the sight!!! I mean..a wooden clog, one of The Export products of Holland that all tourists to Holland like to buy as a souvenir. Yeah, well like i said..GOOD THING I DECIDED TO STAY HOME INSTEAD!!!

Adios to Bone.

Amsterdam,27-09-2007. Only a few days before his messy death did me and Rob see Bone in Het Kleine Parkje, as we call the little park here in the Spaarndammer neighborhood, reading the Metro. Little did we know than that his life was about to be over, drowning with his head heavy and high on booze and soft drugs. They all thought he died of cancer but having read the newspaper over breakfast i knew better. He died falling into the canal intoxicated and all that, apart from the fact that he was rumoured not to be able to swim, never learned it at school or later in his life. I guess he was too busy with the booze and drugs ever to have the free time to take up swimming lessons, too late now. Meanwhile my life here in Amsterdam is as chaotic as ever even though the Gang Of Evil Brothers is out and over with in my life, as a matter of fact we ignore each other whenever we happen to see ech other in the neighborhood. I am still up to date about whatever happens to them, though. Rob and Richard see to that.

Tom cats!!!

Amsterdam, 04-09-2007. I was not really surprised to meet Rob nad Richard at the Schakel yesterday when i went there for my early morning free coffee. Ending up with them in my house and drinking luke warm beer - courtesy of Rob who had just made 5 Euro removing some stuff for the second hand shop right next door. On the spur of the moment i agreed and even bought them a small box of cigarillos and even showed Richard Google Earth which i had downloaded only days before. Well now that did get his attention, Rob had already seen it a few days before. Funny thing between these two, they grew up together and though Rob is the giant and Riochard just a little shit, it is Richard who is the dominating factor in their friendship!!! As a matter of fact, whenever Richard is in jail - which is often! - Rob does good and doesn`t drink too much nor does he gets himself in too many problems. But whenever Richard is around things tend to change, fights in the park and all sorts of alcohol inspired shit happens to these two street cats. Rewal tom cats they are, streetwise and always ready for some misschief!!! The pic in this story is of my parents in their garden all the way back to 1987.

Richard