Developments

I slpet for 12 hours last night. Only two phone calls interrupted my sleep. I picked them both up but forgot what the people on the other end were saying.
Yesterday I was walking home and a white Jeep Wrangler screeched to a stop next to the sidewalk and told me to get in. Max was driving and Greg was in the back, high/drunk as a...well...I can't think of a simile. "Ch-check out my melody," the speakers screamed. 50 again. I love 50. 'Hate it or love it,' the tune of alcoholism. At a stoplight Max held a lighter to Greg's hair and it went up in flames. He didn't realize it at first: "It took a few seconds. I Smelled something burning and saw your guys faces and put two and two together." He screamed and patted out the flames, leaving singe marks. That was definetly top twenty funniest things this year, or ever!
I've been sober for five days today. I'm THIRSTY...for alot of things really...not just alcohol. Need to whet my whistle, sink my teeth into life again.
Got a call, a few nights ago:
"Hey," she said.
"Hey." I said.
A drop in a dry mouth.

Once Upon A Time In The East

"You there!"
He ran to me in the sand, weaving past tables and chairs, kicking up a cloud of dust as he did.
"I have looked all over for you." I starred at him, surprised for a second, then calm as he continued in his broken english and thick middle eastern accent. "I have to wait here all day. I asked your friend, the pretty girl over there, where you are," he pointed to the girl sun bathing topless across the way, down the strand.
I was packing up for the day, squeezing everything in a backpack and finishing my drink.
"What'd she say?"
He was half out of breath, panting, "That she hadn't seen you since last night and she wouldn't know when you get back."
"I was here this morning."
"As was I," he raised his voice then got a hold of himself. "Then were prayers for the afternoon...."
"Yeah, I missed those."
"Do not lie, blue eyes. You are an infidel!" He smiled jokingly.
"I've heard that one before."
He was trying to say I was a non-believer, a Christian.
"Here, I have what you want today." He held it out.
"Good. Nice." I said.
"It'll cost twenty thousand."
"Twenty? No, no. What about ten?"
"No, No. Twenty. For my wait."
"I didn't ask you to wait."
He raised his voice again, "But I did, for you. All day. Ten is no good. You are a damned capitialist."
"And?"
"You try and destroy me and my family with your cheap."
"Cheap?"
"Yes, I ask for twenty, you want less. This costs money to make."
"It's not worth twenty."
"Yes it is."
"15."
"No, twenty."
"Then I'm not interested."
"Ok, then I'll leave."
"No, wait. Five plus ten American dollars."
"Dollars?"
"Yes."
"Damn capitialista!"
I smile, ten dollars is the same as 15 thousand Lire.
"Ok."
I gave him the money.
I kept packing up, gulped down the last sip.
"I will see you tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yes, I will be here all day. Right now I will go talk to your friend," he says grinning,"She looks lonely. Maybe she will buy something. Will you see her tonight?"
"I guess." I shruged.
"I will talk to her first, for you, as she is lonely right now. Turst, I am good with them."
"Ok."
And we walked away, he with my money and I with his wares.
"Hello!" I heard him scream and wave at the girl behind me. "Capitialista says he will not join you tonight. So I will!" He laughs.
I do too as the sun sets and I walk through the sand, back to the hotel.

Germany

In the summer there is a cool breeze that drifts throghout the valley. It clears your mind. Thats what the valley does to you, it helps you think.
The hills stretch for miles in every direction. The ruins of a castle lay at the top of one of the them. Thats your best view. France can be seen to the east, the wider mountains and plains of the Rheinland to your west. Sunset is the best time to get up there. Thats when the valley sparkles with glints of fire and orange light baths it all.
And its quiet.
Lets you think.
No car horns blasting, no sirenes screaming, no drunks shouting, no music blarring, no airplanes over head, no confusion. Only the trees and the breeze and a world that lets you exhale for a moment. And you forget everything. Everyone should spend five minutes up there, just five, to look down at the world.
Paradise?
I've been to beaches across the Agean and Adriatic, the Atlantic and Gulfs, Greece to Spain, Florida to California. Paradise dosn't need to be a beach. No. Just five minutes.
Just how you feel for a moment in your life.

50

The top of the stairs are a long way after twelve shots.
This guy was to my right, leaving the bathroom asking if i got any pot.
I'm at the bottom, working my way to the top.
It might as well be a spiral staircase, cause I'm spinning, then I stop.
Comin' up I was confused, best friend's girlfriend kissin' a girl in a corner, twirled.
Confusin' occurs, in the drunk world
I sit and the girl next to me starts talking, saying:
"Daddy ain't around no more, prolly out committin' felonies."
"Like the song," I say.
My favorite rapper used to sing "ch-check out my melody"
"I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope, blah blah blah/
/For a fo' ring ring, one of them gold ropes
/Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
/If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
/Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
/Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
/Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
/I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could."
And so I realized......drunk, of course.

Tripped

"Hey you want to see a real Mexican take a tequila shot?"
I was standing up, piss drunk and blurry eyed, wondering where the hell I was.
"Chris?"
OK. Who just called my name?
I'm in a room with ten girls and a gay man, who, from what I've discovered, might just be top twenty coolest people ever. You see, when you're drunk you don't have to worry about competition from them.
The Mexican girl is still starring at me.
I say, "You know, I've never been to Mexico."
And she says, "Oh?"
"I've heard good things, though."
"There are wonderful things to see in Mexico."
And as we rhythm and ryhme or conversation along I remember that I was the Poet Laurete in high school.
I think about that as she downs her shot and I'm thinking to myself, "That wasn't that impressive."
From the look on her face I notice that I said that one out loud.
"Can you do better?"
I meant the Poet Laurete.
It's a challenge, but i've already had ten shots in the last twenty minutes.
I say, "Love to, can't. I've had a bit much."
But I don't think it actually comes out of my mouth....
Whatever.
I feel like getting into some trouble. Vodka gives you the strength of ten men, and I've been working out anyways. My partner in crime stands behind me and she's had just as much as I have, if not more. True trooper, I must admit.
So we leave.
Back to the scene.
"Turn on some 50."
"No 50 here, but its still good music."
I agree. You do that when your drunk. I've agreed on some horrible propositions when I was drunk.
Back to the night.
Were walking and its a nice night and I realize that i'm at peace right now and don't really want to cause trouble. Good thing I don't. Apaarently a guy's just been pistol whipped around the corner for running his mouth, or so I'm told the next morning.
I don't want to think about morning, thats when this ends.
Turns out I really don't want it to end and thats a different thought.
This is where I black out.
"See you in the morning," if you know what I mean.
Part two when I regain consciousness.

"Fit But You Know It"

See I reckon you're about an 8 or a 9,
Maybe even 9 and a half in four beers time.
That blue top shop top you've got on IS nice,
Bit too much fake tan though - but yeah you score high.
But theres just one little thing that really, really,really really annoying me about you.
You see, like i said, you are really fit, but my gosh don't you just know it, thats annoying.
So when i looked at you standing there with your hoard,
I was waiting in the que looking at the board,
Wondering whether to have a Burger or chips
Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford
When i noticed out the corner of my eye
Looking toward my direction
Your eyes locked onto my course
I couldnt concentrate on what i wanted to order,
Which cost me my place in the queue i waited for
For a while there i was thinkin - yeah but what if?
Picturin' myself pullin with bare white hot wit
Snarin you as you were standing there opposite
Whether or not you knew it i swear you didnt tick
And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing
Was clockin onto you too yeah i had to admit
That yeah yeah you are fit,
And yeah i do want it,But i stop sharkin' for a minute to get chips and
Oy, just as you started to make your big advance
With the milkshake and that little doughnut in handI was like nah, I can't, even though you look grand, but you look sharp there smilin hard suggesting and gleaming away with your hearty hearty lookin tan. But i admit the next bit was spanner to my plan. You walked towards my path but just brushed right past, and into the arms of that white shirted man. DAMN.
Oh what do i give ... i've got a girlfirend anyway(whoa, we've all had a drink mate). We're all a bit drunk, yeah we've had a few fair plays. I got this stella i bombed from that last cafe. OH YEAH!This nights not even begun, yes yes oh yayI did fancy you a bit though, yeah i must sayI would rather i hadnt mugged myself on displayBut this is just another case of female stopping playOn otherwise a total result of a chick putting me on drop jaw mental holiday.
~ The Streets