Friday, the 13 th.

Amsterdam, 13-04-2007. "Today is friday the 13 th., man". Hans the Fat Slob told me when i arrived at the Anna Frank House this morning. I know he will go on about this topic for the rest of the day, especially so if his sales will be bad today. We are the only ones who can sell at the Anna frank House and have been for many years. Over these years i have come to know this crazy police informant inside out! His sexist behaviour towards the tourists , his nutcase blabbering and his hatred agianst marrocan pickpockets. I usually let him get on with his notorious bullshit, one ear in and the other out saying yes and no and hoping i say yes or no at the right time, just wanna sell my games and let him do his own business selling his Amsterdam paintings. His police contacts even come in handy at times. I actually had good hopes selling a whole bunch of games to a german school group of turks but in the end nada pasa. Still i went home with 40 Euro in the plus having sold 8 games and some bracelets. Yesterday was a no-selling day for me since i had my volunteer job at the animal farm. Also yesterday i had telephone- and e-mail contact with Brigit, my polish love who had just returned from Bankok.

Heardache.

Amsterdam, 12-04-2007.HEARDACHE SLOWS DOWN THE PASSING OF TIME!!!

Sand fleas.

Amsterdam, 11=04-2007. I feel real happy running in the park among all these trees that carry the first green leaves of the spring, blossom and the smell of it invades my nostrils, my heart is pumping but in a good way. Back home and relaxing with a cigarillo and an ice cold beer i get a phonecall from Brigitte waiting for her plane back home to berlin, in Bangkok. She is head over heels in love with me, i made an impression on her all right, i would not be surprised to see her here in amsterdam for long!!! She did complain of bites from sand fleas, probably a result from our love-making sessions on the deserted beaches of Koh Samet we found. Sold 13 games at the Anna Frank House today though the weather was a bit cloudy.

an aluminium bisquit can with artificial wings

Amsterdam, 09-04-2007. Allthough my mind is still inside this alu bisquit can with artificial wings flying up there at 10 km. height on its way to my beloved amsterdam, i still manged to get up early enough to cycle out to the Anna Frank House my battered old leather mandala suitcase strapped to the back of my old velo. The inevitable queue was long as always but that usually means good business for me, 14 games today i sold jetlag or no jetlag! The park was full with people but apart from Richard who instantly bugged me for free Thai whiskey, no that many professional drunks around for a change, good for me, no temptations!

Early visit.

Amsterdam, 08-04-2007. I did promise Rob this small bottle of local Thai whiskey when i phoned him yesterday so i suppose i have no rights to complain when he rang my bell early this morning. I was still in bed but in the proces of getting up and being curious about the latest happenings during my absence i let him in. While i made coffee for myself and gave Rob a cold beer from the fridge i felt happy with the rays of sunlight coming through my window, this means i can be off to to the A. Frank House selling my Mandala games. In the end i managed to sell 19 games, one of them to the Ambassedor of India and his family. Not a bad start of the summer.

back home from Thailand.

Amsterdam, 07-04-2007. Returning to a sort of sunny Amsterdam and feeling quite happy this morning, i take it all for granted!!! Not that that is all that dificult after my little love affair with miss Poland, Brigitte!!! I can still feel it in my mind and my cock is still suffering from all the hard work it had to do the last 2 weeks or so, not that i have any complains, mind me!!! i am after all pretty much adicted to sex, matter of fact i let this adiction rule my actions and can take drastic decisions just to get a juicy pussy into my bed, no matter what. Being back home is being back in the old scene, the scene of alcoholics and druggies, the people i share my life with here in Amsterdam, dificult as it might seem and probably is, it still is my life here in this nice little city. However, whenever i come home i feel like being reborn. The enormous difference between my life here and when i am on the road is staggering and beyond my comprehension, where i get the amazing luck from to be able to do all this is also something i cannot understand and i have since long given up trying to!!! Just take things the way they come is my motto these days. Suspect the energy that this trip has given me will most likely linger on for a while and keep me active, the chickenfarm stuff and my memories of Miss Poland will keep invigorating me for some time as yet. Yeah, mon, i had a great trip and feel happy about it!

Back to Thailand again.

Amsterdam, 08/03/2007. Rob seems to be the only member from the Gang of Evil Brothers i still have some regular contact with. apart from seeing him occasionally at the Schakel, I have maybe once a week afternoon drinking session at his house. Now, this once a week sort of drinking my head off i can handle. I get to hear the latest news which is always about conflicts in this group of profesional drunks. Like Harry throwing a mobile phone at Frank s head after a heated arguement. FUNNY!!!!!! When after 3 or 4 cans of cheap market beer i return home, he will always give me fried chicken and a few more cans to ``take home``. And as always he does his best to try to repair the problem between me and Harry, ``i will be over at your house with Harry tomorrow`` he screams after me when i leave. Off course he does, he likes this idea of a couple of free beer at Ome Shiva s house with Harry and the mates. I know the way he thinks, the free beer and fried chicken are a great investment for when they are out of money and beer. I didn t tell him, or anyone else from the street that i will be off for Tailand again tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow will be shamboo bolinat, the rael thing SHAMBOO BOLINAT.