11.22.63

I guess I have a carzy habit of drawing naked ladies on the blank pages of the books I read, amusing myself with the thought of after finishing them and selling them to second hand book shops, what other customers will think of these drawings.

These drawings I did in Steven King's latest novel called 11.22.63

Funny sight on a balcony in Barcelona

I discovered this very dead looking person on a balcony in Barcelona last week

My first night in the Spanish bush

My first night in the bush after cycling out of Barcelona, south of Sitges in the forest, nice bottle of Vino Tinto, good book and not yet being assualted by these terrible clouds of La Soledad.

Have to change my life style

Amsterdam, 21 Nov.. 2012.

A drunken degenerate making over a hundert doomed Euros on top of his cherished dole money, a social wellfare system called Workforce and set up to keep people like him of the street by keeping them busy collecting rubbish each morning, reflecting shirts costing the avarage tax payer even more bread in the daily wallet...keep them off the street by making them walk the street...and still needing some stupid spare change to buy tabacco and Alu cans of beer...

"Beers has become expensive, tabacco another twenty cents a bag, maybe you can help me out, Jos, Bor, was it Joost or plain old Shiva", not much left there in that block of concrete that has to pass for his head...another ten Euro down the drain and reminding me I am most definitely back in Good Old Mokum...oh Yeah and I have to do my volunteer job again tomorrow, hard work, cleaning stables, shovelling horse manure and goat shit at the neighborhood's petting zoo, but no financial bonus.

Maybe I should change my life style and enroll in that Workforce programm myself instead!!!

The Universal Will to ignore

 Amsterdam, 20 Nov. 2012.

Long bus trips can be best described as an excersize in total contemplation, consternation and irratation on the other hand have got to be banned to an absolute minimum...

Meditation is the key to the mystical union between body and mind, the spiritual power so necessary to endure the stinking farts and noisy snoring of fellow travellers, bored children and thier annoyed parents, all paret of an Euroline overnight bus crossing Europe from south to north, a bus toilet to small to turn around in, never mind having a cr*p, stale piss covering the floor...

I close my eyes and let the Universal Will to be elsewhere take over, pretent none of this is real, resign myself to the divine will to be home again...

Eventually I am immersed in spiritual mental waters too deep to be aware of this 24 h. trip through Ancient Europe. 

People on La Rambla in Barcelona

Two people who were friendle enough to pose for me on La Rambla Raval in Barcelona

Sylvia from Down-Under, The Land Of Ozz

My buddy Sylvia from Down-Under, The Land Of Ozz and her drawing, in Bar La Monyos, Barri Gotic in Barcelona.

Back in Holland now with only the memories and the Pics she send me on FB.