people, they´re the main thing
turning the world around
people, they´re the main thing
turning the world - upside down
-King Crimson
Has rained the past 2 days and is supposed to keep pissing rain til Sunday. Oh well - kind of novel. It will clear up for the Atletico game on Sunday.
It always rains on holiday weekends, it seems. Tuesday and Wednesday are holidays- Martes is worker´s day (trabajando) and Wednesday is Madrid day. There´s no shortage of holidays here and that´s why I'm in Spain.
Saw Patricia last night and she shocked me by asking if I wanted to go to Sevilla on Tuesday for the day. She´s awesome- beautiful, smart, plays guitar, my age - wow! So of course I said "yes!"
What else? Hopefully jam this weekend, on sat. teach 3 extra hours tomorrow, so all is well.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Freedom
Onesy for Annie
WHO´S YOUR DADDY? NOT ME!!!!!
I find no absolution
in my rational point of view
Maybe some things are instinctive
But there's one thing we could do
You could try to understand me
I could try to understand you
You could try to understand me
I could try to understand you
- Rush
Freedom has a scent like the top of a newborn baby's head
-U2
What can I say? Words do not describe the relief I feel. I have dodged a bullet. No ties to Darth in the future if I don't want them to be there. Time to settle the divorce with my lawyer (release the hounds!). Darth has been stalling for 3 months now. How 'bout some closure?
There's a scene at the end of Terminator 2 where Sara Connor is driving and you just see the white lines of the highway. She says something to the effect that the future has been a set course for the past several years, and that now there's finally hope. The future is no longer set and life is just an open highway, uncharted territory.
This is how I feel. Whether Annie was mine or not dominated my everyday thoughts since Thanksgiving. Hoder!!! 5 months. I may have lost a few years off my life. My hair has more gray. My beard has more gris (gray in Spanish). But I am free of Darth's spell.
Above is a photo of the Atletico Madrid Onesy I bought for Annie. Adorable! Happy Birthday Chica! I still hope to be a loving and cool Uncle to her. Time will tell.
I've been shell shocked the past 24 hours. I can't believe it! I am so relieved. I went out for a few quick drinks with American Laura and her new novio (boyfriend, good guy, Scottish) to celebrate.
"I've never seen you look so relaxed," she said.
"I don't think I have been, since you've known me. Since anyone here has known me."
So what do I do now? Go to Intercambio night with Kristen and probably see Patricia. Who knows what will happen with that scene, but I least now I know I never have to pull her aside on a Sunday morning (in our underwear, blankets off the bed on the floor, placing grapes into each other's mouths on my patio) and say "Did I mention I have a two month old with my ex?"
Fucking hell!
in my rational point of view
Maybe some things are instinctive
But there's one thing we could do
You could try to understand me
I could try to understand you
You could try to understand me
I could try to understand you
- Rush
Freedom has a scent like the top of a newborn baby's head
-U2
What can I say? Words do not describe the relief I feel. I have dodged a bullet. No ties to Darth in the future if I don't want them to be there. Time to settle the divorce with my lawyer (release the hounds!). Darth has been stalling for 3 months now. How 'bout some closure?
There's a scene at the end of Terminator 2 where Sara Connor is driving and you just see the white lines of the highway. She says something to the effect that the future has been a set course for the past several years, and that now there's finally hope. The future is no longer set and life is just an open highway, uncharted territory.
This is how I feel. Whether Annie was mine or not dominated my everyday thoughts since Thanksgiving. Hoder!!! 5 months. I may have lost a few years off my life. My hair has more gray. My beard has more gris (gray in Spanish). But I am free of Darth's spell.
Above is a photo of the Atletico Madrid Onesy I bought for Annie. Adorable! Happy Birthday Chica! I still hope to be a loving and cool Uncle to her. Time will tell.
I've been shell shocked the past 24 hours. I can't believe it! I am so relieved. I went out for a few quick drinks with American Laura and her new novio (boyfriend, good guy, Scottish) to celebrate.
"I've never seen you look so relaxed," she said.
"I don't think I have been, since you've known me. Since anyone here has known me."
So what do I do now? Go to Intercambio night with Kristen and probably see Patricia. Who knows what will happen with that scene, but I least now I know I never have to pull her aside on a Sunday morning (in our underwear, blankets off the bed on the floor, placing grapes into each other's mouths on my patio) and say "Did I mention I have a two month old with my ex?"
Fucking hell!
Monday, April 23, 2007
NOT MINE!!!!!
NOT MINE! NOT MINE! NOT MINE! The system works!!!!!!
Annie, may god bless her entire life, is not mine. I will be on a 7 day bender and will see you in a week. Thank you, all of you, for your support through this vicious time!!!!!
Annie, may god bless her entire life, is not mine. I will be on a 7 day bender and will see you in a week. Thank you, all of you, for your support through this vicious time!!!!!
Sunday, April 22, 2007
aftermath
voices
inside my head
echo
the things that you said
-the police
I got Patricia's number thru a friend of Kristen. She was meeting a girlfriend today, but i'll see her on Wed. She seems a little reserved and shy. I discussed it with the family and we came up with the following possibilities:
KRISTEN - She was really hurt from the horrible end to her marriage and is cautious and distrusting if men
JAY- She is a vampire
JAY- She is a retired assassin
STUART- She was abducted by Aliens
STUART- She's a witch
I guess Kriten's idea has the most weight. But i think Stuie and I offer valid suggestions.
Tomorrow is Lunes. A happy one to all.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
From Boom to Bust
You know how that rabbit feels
Going under your speeding wheels
Bright images flashing by
Like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in the fatal climb
But the wheels of time
Just pass you by
Wheels can take you around
Wheels can cut you down
We can go from boom to bust
From dreams to a bowl of dust
We can fall from rockets' red glare
Down to "Brother can you spare...
"Another warAnother wasteland
And another lost generation
-Rush
Firday night was great. I met Patricia, we sat in a park at night and watched the lit up fountain and talked. Very Romantic. Then we went to an Argentinian barbecue place. They bought us two of every animal, barbecued. We shared a great Argentinain red wine.
She works a 12 hour shift today, so i asked what she was doing on Sunday, her only day off. She said she may meet a friend, but even so, we could all meet in the park. I doth think she likes me.
SO we took the Metro and said goodbye. I went to the local, saw the chicas and chicos and then went home. Now it was Saturday. Not so good.
My friends and I were trying to jam today, but I needed the Internet to book a place (they all fill up). SO i went out at the porch at three -thirty. Mel beeped in on messenger, then called. I didn´t have my camera and mic, so i stood up to get it. Out of my pocket comes the phone. One bounce on the tile and down onto Calle Bravo Murillo.
It´s a French piece of shit called a Sagem. It wouldn´t survive a fall off of a table, let alone 5 stories onto concrete. It was toasted. The phone contains all my numbers, including Patricia´s.
I changed it out today, but the info didn´t transfer. Que Lastima! Maybe I can figure out a way to trace it thru past calls. I don´t know. Only me could this happen to.
The Spanish are not masters of technology, so I don´t know what we can do with the SIM. And who the fuck designs a patio with a space big enough for everything that drops to fall off.
It was funny when it was a water bottle and hit no one. Ditto the lighter. Annoying when it was a hotdog that rolled of the cue. But my phone...ay caramba!
I´m sure I can trace her down sooner or later thru friends if i can get her number out of the new phone. So it goes. Oh, and then I watched a slideshow of Sue and Annie that was beautiful. Happy, happy - joy, joy. I was so bummed by the time I went to bed. Oh well. I get up, I get down.
It was GREAT date though. Just not sure when the next one will be. In the words of Uncle Kurt,¨So it goes.¨
Friday, April 20, 2007
surrender
you want to know the story of my life?
the only sin is not loving enough -Gabriel/Hackett
4-18, 12:54am
Not bad, in bed before 1 am. Especially considering I fell alsleep on the lounge chair in the living room (we are so Smith and Hawken here!) at 8pm for two hours. I only got about maybe 7 hours of sleep in the past two days. Sunday I just couldn't sleep. Last night I was out til half-three at the local with the boys after the call to Darth. I figured it was better than lying awake.
Today I was exhausted. Felt hungry but couldn't eat. Just off-balance somehow.
"What the hell's wrong with me?"
"Jay, you've got a lot on your mind. You've been through a hell of a lot the past week. And you've got another week at least til you find out what the craic is with Annie," Kristen said. "No wonder you fell messed up."
She's so right. Why can't I see these things? I'm like a horse with blinders.
But El Dude's body finally had to wave the white flag. So I give the body what it wants- sweet blissful sleep. I'm an accomodating guy.
Speaking of dating, Patricia and I go out on Friday for date #2. Exciting. I'm like a little puppy. To be dating again after a half century - well it's just amazing. She's a cool babe. I'm giving this 'dating normal women' a real shot.
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Teaching goes well. Did I mention this?- that I played Red Barchetta (Rush) for one class. They dug it.
We were talking about the environment and oil, which somehow turned into the price of gas in the USA and students asking why everyone drove everywhere. I explained that cars are a metaphor for freedom and sexuality (I realized later that it comes directly from Neil Peart's commentary in the EXIT...STAGE LEFT Video).
Anyway, the next day I explained a bit about Jack Kerouac and on the road. Then I played Red Barchetta for them, a kind of 6 minute science fiction piece where driving a car is a way if rebelling against the Eye in a 1984 type of society.
I also showed them the cover of the album, Moving Pictures. It's a pun because they are actually moving pictures. They actually got it.
Anytime you can teach Rush in the classroom, you have to be psyched.
Other than that, I've gotten great feedback on my teaching. The low level students are starting to speak. O joy o rupture!
I think I've finally found what I want to be when I grow up. My old friend Pat O'Neill, who was a teacher before he died, would be very pleased, me thinks. I'll try and sneak the Grateful Dead into a class for you, old sport!
I feel sleep calling me again. Sleep deprivation is very druggy and not at all unpleasant. I will submit.
1 pm
Taught class this morn, much discussion about the tragedy at Virginia Tech and our lack of gun control. Now off to Banesto. Then I start teaching Maria agian at 6pm, so it's a long one. Then intercambio night down at JJ's. Then bed. My life is such a neat little package! Excepting that baby thing.
Didn't sleep great last night. Kris said you wouldn't be surprised if I don't sleep well until monday. I am more worried about not sleeping well AFTER I find out on Monday.
the only sin is not loving enough -Gabriel/Hackett
4-18, 12:54am
Not bad, in bed before 1 am. Especially considering I fell alsleep on the lounge chair in the living room (we are so Smith and Hawken here!) at 8pm for two hours. I only got about maybe 7 hours of sleep in the past two days. Sunday I just couldn't sleep. Last night I was out til half-three at the local with the boys after the call to Darth. I figured it was better than lying awake.
Today I was exhausted. Felt hungry but couldn't eat. Just off-balance somehow.
"What the hell's wrong with me?"
"Jay, you've got a lot on your mind. You've been through a hell of a lot the past week. And you've got another week at least til you find out what the craic is with Annie," Kristen said. "No wonder you fell messed up."
She's so right. Why can't I see these things? I'm like a horse with blinders.
But El Dude's body finally had to wave the white flag. So I give the body what it wants- sweet blissful sleep. I'm an accomodating guy.
Speaking of dating, Patricia and I go out on Friday for date #2. Exciting. I'm like a little puppy. To be dating again after a half century - well it's just amazing. She's a cool babe. I'm giving this 'dating normal women' a real shot.
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Teaching goes well. Did I mention this?- that I played Red Barchetta (Rush) for one class. They dug it.
We were talking about the environment and oil, which somehow turned into the price of gas in the USA and students asking why everyone drove everywhere. I explained that cars are a metaphor for freedom and sexuality (I realized later that it comes directly from Neil Peart's commentary in the EXIT...STAGE LEFT Video).
Anyway, the next day I explained a bit about Jack Kerouac and on the road. Then I played Red Barchetta for them, a kind of 6 minute science fiction piece where driving a car is a way if rebelling against the Eye in a 1984 type of society.
I also showed them the cover of the album, Moving Pictures. It's a pun because they are actually moving pictures. They actually got it.
Anytime you can teach Rush in the classroom, you have to be psyched.
Other than that, I've gotten great feedback on my teaching. The low level students are starting to speak. O joy o rupture!
I think I've finally found what I want to be when I grow up. My old friend Pat O'Neill, who was a teacher before he died, would be very pleased, me thinks. I'll try and sneak the Grateful Dead into a class for you, old sport!
I feel sleep calling me again. Sleep deprivation is very druggy and not at all unpleasant. I will submit.
1 pm
Taught class this morn, much discussion about the tragedy at Virginia Tech and our lack of gun control. Now off to Banesto. Then I start teaching Maria agian at 6pm, so it's a long one. Then intercambio night down at JJ's. Then bed. My life is such a neat little package! Excepting that baby thing.
Didn't sleep great last night. Kris said you wouldn't be surprised if I don't sleep well until monday. I am more worried about not sleeping well AFTER I find out on Monday.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Voices
This place has a history
The Spaniards settled here
They burned the town and fields
They moved away from here
My grandma often told me
She knew it peaceful here
The war took all the vigor
War took the best from here
When the wind turns
And blows the leaves from the trees
Harvest moon
I see the days grow shorter
I feel the nights grow cold
Young people feelin' restless
Old people feelin' old
I sense the darkness clearer
I feel a presence here
A change in the weather
I love this time of year
-Blue Oyster Cult
James Earl Jones Voice:
I spoke with Darth. It was weird to hear the song of her voice - a tune I know by heart. She said she only got home yesterday. She had a cesarian after 14 hours of labor (karma´s a bitch). The baby was too big for her, the chord was wrapped around her creating a bungee chord effect, and she has a marginal pelvis or something- so they did a C section.
Annie is feeding and sleeping well (I didn´t ask how she feed´s thru Darth´s iron lung). She was able to lift her head after just being born, which is very rare. They put her on Darth's belly and she lifted her head to lie on the other side. The doctors were astonished.
Her cousin Vinny is with her (seriously). She took Annie yesterday for the paternity test. I should know on Monday.
Her full name is Ana Marchese Greco. Polish name, right?
It was very bizarre. I haven´t actually talked to her in over 100 days. She knows nothing of my life here, my friends or my adventures, or most notably that I am dating a hot Argentinian Doctor.
I told her to be well and that I loved her, which I certainly still do. Just don´t like her so much right now.
She said she missed me. I replied that it´s been crazy and that things work out for the best. That was as kind as I could be. I don´t miss her.
She said that many of our friends and neighbors have been incredibly helpful. Thank you, all of you. I truly appreciate that. She needs friends at a time like this. And doing so is being a friend to me. I can´t do it right now.
Soprano Voice
I was horrified to learn of what happened at Virginia Tech. I have so many friends who went there. I hope none of your friends or cousins etc. were hurt. Chris and James, thinking of you both.
The Europeans think we´re insane for allowing any asshole to buy a gun.
Dog Voice
The Spaniards settled here
They burned the town and fields
They moved away from here
My grandma often told me
She knew it peaceful here
The war took all the vigor
War took the best from here
When the wind turns
And blows the leaves from the trees
Harvest moon
I see the days grow shorter
I feel the nights grow cold
Young people feelin' restless
Old people feelin' old
I sense the darkness clearer
I feel a presence here
A change in the weather
I love this time of year
-Blue Oyster Cult
James Earl Jones Voice:
I spoke with Darth. It was weird to hear the song of her voice - a tune I know by heart. She said she only got home yesterday. She had a cesarian after 14 hours of labor (karma´s a bitch). The baby was too big for her, the chord was wrapped around her creating a bungee chord effect, and she has a marginal pelvis or something- so they did a C section.
Annie is feeding and sleeping well (I didn´t ask how she feed´s thru Darth´s iron lung). She was able to lift her head after just being born, which is very rare. They put her on Darth's belly and she lifted her head to lie on the other side. The doctors were astonished.
Her cousin Vinny is with her (seriously). She took Annie yesterday for the paternity test. I should know on Monday.
Her full name is Ana Marchese Greco. Polish name, right?
It was very bizarre. I haven´t actually talked to her in over 100 days. She knows nothing of my life here, my friends or my adventures, or most notably that I am dating a hot Argentinian Doctor.
I told her to be well and that I loved her, which I certainly still do. Just don´t like her so much right now.
She said she missed me. I replied that it´s been crazy and that things work out for the best. That was as kind as I could be. I don´t miss her.
She said that many of our friends and neighbors have been incredibly helpful. Thank you, all of you. I truly appreciate that. She needs friends at a time like this. And doing so is being a friend to me. I can´t do it right now.
Soprano Voice
I was horrified to learn of what happened at Virginia Tech. I have so many friends who went there. I hope none of your friends or cousins etc. were hurt. Chris and James, thinking of you both.
The Europeans think we´re insane for allowing any asshole to buy a gun.
Dog Voice
Lodi NJ is underwater. Missy and Jan and Zeke had to be evacuated to the school across the street. HODER! My thoughts are with you!!! Get home safe and soon.
So unless California has fallen into the fucking sea, that´s all the bad and sad news I have to report.
Man. I prefer the posts that are all about sex, drugs and violence.
Does anyone remember laughter?
-Robert Plant
Scooby dooby doo,
do dooby dooby
-Frank Sinatra
Monday, April 16, 2007
God Bless You, Uncle Kurt
And if the music stops
and there's only the sound of the rain
all the hope and glory
all the sacrifice in vain
and if love remains
though everything is lost
we will pay the price
but we will not count the cost
-Rush
Strange request: If any of you get sent a picture of Annie, would you please send it to me. Along with the spelling of her name. And her last name. Hoder! Talk about fucked up.
The Empire has been completely silent. Last correspondence was ten days ago. She hasn't been this quiet since the first Death Star imploded.
I got paid by GES today, then quit. Woo woo! How much fun is that? And that daft cunt, Alex , paid me too. So things are better economically.
Emmotionally is another gig all together. But I'm holding up.
The baby was born on the same day that Kurt Vonnegut died. How nuts is that? My favorite author of all time. What if his soul is reborn into Annie? What a craic that would be. I believe in reincarnation. I mean, if she is mine, you think there would be a good chance she would write.
I'm beginning to think she is not mine, hence no contact from Darth. And she was a week early. If she went 40 weeks, that's enough to take me out of the running.
The Seester sent me the lyrics to "Little miss can't be wrong," by the Spin Doctors because she thought it fit perfectly. While it does, I think another song of theirs, maybe their most famous, fits even better (with a few tweaks by El Dude)
And if you want to have my baby
just go ahead now
And if you want to tell me she's mine - maybe
just go ahead now
And if you want to buy me flowers
just go ahead now
and if you want to use your Dark Sith powers
just go ahead now
Anyway, thank you Uncle Kurt for al the great novels. You changed the way I thought about writing. To quote 'God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater´ - Be fertile and multiply!!!!!!!
and there's only the sound of the rain
all the hope and glory
all the sacrifice in vain
and if love remains
though everything is lost
we will pay the price
but we will not count the cost
-Rush
Strange request: If any of you get sent a picture of Annie, would you please send it to me. Along with the spelling of her name. And her last name. Hoder! Talk about fucked up.
The Empire has been completely silent. Last correspondence was ten days ago. She hasn't been this quiet since the first Death Star imploded.
I got paid by GES today, then quit. Woo woo! How much fun is that? And that daft cunt, Alex , paid me too. So things are better economically.
Emmotionally is another gig all together. But I'm holding up.
The baby was born on the same day that Kurt Vonnegut died. How nuts is that? My favorite author of all time. What if his soul is reborn into Annie? What a craic that would be. I believe in reincarnation. I mean, if she is mine, you think there would be a good chance she would write.
I'm beginning to think she is not mine, hence no contact from Darth. And she was a week early. If she went 40 weeks, that's enough to take me out of the running.
The Seester sent me the lyrics to "Little miss can't be wrong," by the Spin Doctors because she thought it fit perfectly. While it does, I think another song of theirs, maybe their most famous, fits even better (with a few tweaks by El Dude)
And if you want to have my baby
just go ahead now
And if you want to tell me she's mine - maybe
just go ahead now
And if you want to buy me flowers
just go ahead now
and if you want to use your Dark Sith powers
just go ahead now
Anyway, thank you Uncle Kurt for al the great novels. You changed the way I thought about writing. To quote 'God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater´ - Be fertile and multiply!!!!!!!
FRIDAY THE 13TH , PART II
You know if it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
-Cream
I see something of myself in everyone,
just at this moment of the world
-Joni Mitchell
So, Laura and I caught the last Metro back, said goodbye in the Metro at Iglesia, and I went to the local. No work, only 1 am - it's a no brainer.
JJ was there. It was a babe - fest! Usually, Jueves night is all guys - a regular sausage festival. There were chicks pulling their shirts up to reveal more mid-rift and dancing like their cooch itched. It was amazing. Last call came at three and I was ready to go.
"Let's go!" JJ said.
"Where?"
"Karaoke?"
"Vamanos!" said my friend, Rosey.
Have I mentioned her? She's a cook at the restaurant, next door. She rolls in every niht at 1 PM, or most, and they immediately pour her a shot of tequila. She's great. Light black- so full of life- outstanding mid-rift. Doesn't speak a centimeter of English. But she talks so fast! I am always asking her to slow down - mas despacio!
I didn't have to go to work. This I had to see.
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The place was really close and JJ drove Rosey and I. There were all sorts of folks there: suits, gang bangers, hippies - young and old.
"I love to sing Sinatra," JJ said.
Everyone there knew him and sais high. I recognized a few faces that had also come over from the Mural Bar.
Rosey was drunk like I had never seen her. "Tu un hombre muy sincerio y encantada."
"Tu tambien, Rosey."
And then it hit me. Hadn't she just called me sincere and charming? This is maybe the third night she had said something like that to me. Did she like me? 'Fuck!' I thought. I need to learn more Spanish. She could have offered me a hummer in the servicios (bathroom) and I wouldn't know it.
Then JJ took me by the arm and led me to a table upstairs. He introduced me to a lady he knew. She was pretty, but she wasn't awful. She was his age and you could see the lines in her face in the harsh light. I can't remember her name.
JJ sang a Spanish song that was short and sweet. He wasn't bad. Some of the other folks were! God awful. One dude sang 'Piano Man' in Spanish. Ay Carumba! Awful.
Then JJ took the stage again to a chorus of cheers. He's got to be a mafia don or something. On come's Sinatra's 'Strangers in the Night.'
Strangers in the night
exchanging glances
strangers in the night
what were the chances
strangers in the night
perfect strangers
He was kind of awful but got a rousing ovation. It was hysterical.
It was 5 AM and I needed to go to bed.
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11 AM
"Jay, wake up. Don't you have to go to GES to get your money?"
I poked my head out from under the chaotic covers. "Yes."
"What time did you get in?"
"5:30."
"Hoder!"
"And don't even get me started about the tranvestites, the little people and JJ singing Sinatra."
"How is it that you always step through the looking glass everytime you go out?"
"I have no idea."
"Well, I met someone who also works for GES. Sorry to start off your day badly, but she said we're not getting paid today."
"Muther fucking sons of flea-bitten whoors!"
"Well, I'll go with you anyway."
I brushed my teeth and ot ready to go. I never even put a brush through my hair. I wanted to look scary.
I got some water and dug through the tool box. I was going to get paid, one way or the other. I found a nice screwdriver.
"What's that for?" Kristen asked.
"I figure if this guy Luis says he's not going to pay us, I'll drive this screwdriver through his hand. Nail him to the table til he pays us."
Kristens eyes went wide. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Probably not, but they owe me for two months of work. I'm an illegal alien and I have no recourse. So, you do what you gotta do. Hopefully just the threat of violnece will be enough and I won't have to do it.
I went and took my morning meds and got my coat. "Vale. Vamanos" I said. "Hey where's the screwdriver?"
"I hid it."
"Fuck."
"I really think it's a bad idea."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Alright. We'll do it your way. But I just want to be on the record as saying that a person is justified in nailing their employer's hand to the desk if they stiff you on your salary."
"Duly noted."
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Fucking Luis wasn't there. Lyndsay, the office manager from Pittsburgh who is really anal, yet as unorganizedas hell, was there. You'll be paid in Monday in cash, I swear."
As soon as I get paid, I am quitting. I do very little with them now anyway.
Lyndsay explained that Celia (who I knew) and Luis are getting divorced (join the fucking club!) It's her company, but in his name, and he stopped the payroll. Jack ass!
So I was very nice to Lyndsay cuz I knew it wan't her fault. Kris sat across from me and said she had the toe of her high heals pointed at my shins the whole time in case I acted up.
I'll save my violence for Luis on Monday if I don't get paid. There's a balcony right off of the main room there. I'll just hang the fucker by his ankles til he pays.
"You're a fat fucker, Luis. Not sure how much longer I can hold you."
Oh well.
Here's the other kicker. Lyndsay's last name is Buckingham. I swear, like the Fleetwood Mac guitarist! Except he's a guy and spells his Lyndsey.
So then we used the Internet there. And that was wehn I got the emails from Pat and Kev, saying Annie was born. I was floored that Darth hadn't told me. I had emailed her on Sunday and given her my phone #, again. She had last told me she had a doctor's appt. on Monday and would tell me what the scoop was as to when she'd have the baby.
I emailed her again on Tues. No reply. Today is Sunday. Still silence.
So I wrote her an email. I congratulated her and said I was happy they were both well.
Then I said that I could only interpret her not notifying me as her last attempt at mental torture before we find out once and for all who the padre is. I also told her 'Shame on you. Haven't you done enough to me?"
I then added that her mental torture does not work anymore because I am free of her.
Then I told her to hug Annie and Fripp. I also asked her when she was taking Annie for the paternity test.
My last sentence was this:
And if she starts drumming on stuff, you know she's mine!"
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Friday the 13th, 12:15pm
My head was spinning. Sue has a baby. It could be mine. She could be mine. She could not be. I wanted to see her, but needed to stay away. Darth was playing games, again. Evil to the core. How did I ever love you so?
"You alright?" Kris asked.
"Yeah, it's kind of heavy, is all."
"Fuck yeah!"
We went to a nice little place and had a pizza and a Mahou. It was nice. We just talked and I unravelled my brain.
"And I have a hot date with Patricia tonight." I had asked her out to dinner. "I can't really get my brain around it right now."
"You'll be fine, she likes you. And she's gorgeous, nice and normal."
"Yeah. That's true."
--------------
3:15pm
I was going to sleep, but had to hang laundry and all. Had to try and post a blog to let all know too. So much to say!
Kristen was watching 'The Door in the Floor," with Jeff Bridges and Kim Bassinger. I got sucked in. Brilliant movie, based on John Irvings "A Widow for One Year." Wrong movie for me to watch at this time.
It's about a famous child's author who lives in the Hamptons. He is always off having affairs as they are seperated, but they still live together becuase they somehow need each other. The wife is just a basket case, gripped in grief over the death of their two teenage sons. They have a young daughter and the daughter knows everything about every picture of the 2 boys. Creepy!
The author takes on an intern who winds up having an affair with the wife. Great stuff! Tender, heartbreaking and beautifully done. In the end, the wife decides she can't stay any longer, or be a mother to their little girl. She's just too torn up inside.
The author comes up to her when she is in the car, packed and ready to leave. She and the intern had plotted so that she would be gone before he even knew, but it backfired, and he has seen her. He kneels down against the car and she takes his head in her hand in this amazing scene.
The author later tells the intern that their marriage just couldn't survive the tragic death of their sons. The author tells him that he looks like their one son, and that he was his 'gift' to his ex-wife Marion.
It ended. I was just staring at the blank computer screen.
"The loss of our first daughter was the beginning of the end of our marriage."
"I thought of that the minute it ended. Fuck Jay. I'm so sorry."
"It's alright."
For those of you who don't know, Darth was pregnant in 2002, but we lost the baby in an awful way. She was a trisomy 18 baby (chromosones) and had no chance to live anyway.
Darth never really rebounded. I eventually got on with my life. She never got pregnant again. Til now!
I was floored. Too much information. Too much happening at once. It was all so unbelievable. And then this crazy movie that echoes my life.I was dizzy. I was a basket case. I was going to be late for my date with Pat if I didn't get my ass in gear.
8:55pm
I met her at the Gran Via metro stop. We went to a Spanish place. I had veal meatballs. Oh yeah!!!
We talked for three hours. She plays guitar and sang in a band that did a lot of Beatles stuff. She can play bass too (she pronounces it bass, like the fish, so cute!). So hopefully we'll jam some day.
She also likes football (and ran down a list of the 12 best Argentinians and what club they were playing for). Unbelievable!
Her favorite film makers are Coppola, Scorcese and DePalma, who are mine as well. Crazy!
Originally it was going to be a short date becuase she had to meet a friend and go to work on Saturday. We wound up talking til 12:15am.
"Ooh, it's late. I better go. I'm not going to meet my friend."
"What time is it?" She told me.
I had survived the 13th. Thank Jesus shadow boxing Christ. It was the 14th. We said good-bye, did the kiss on both cheeks, Spanish style, and then I caught the Metro.
-----
"How'd it go?" I met Kris and Stuart at the Local around one.
"Great. She plays guitar, likes football and all the same film makers I do."
"Outstanding!" said Stuart.
"Awesome," said Kristen. "What is it? You don't seem so excited."
"I am."
"She's gorgeous," said Stuart.
"So what is it?" asked Kristen.
"I don't know. She's so normal."
"That's because you've been hanging around with psycho bitches. Darth, the Lauras, the Russian bird."
"Mental women," said Stuart.
"Yeah. I'm just not sure if there's that spark. I don't even know how she feels."
"Jay, women do not talk with men they aren't interested in for three hours." said Kristen. "And blow off their friends."
"That's a good point." Why couldn't I see these things?
"Maybe you're just not ready to go out with a normal person yet?"
That hurt.
"Maybe."
"You daft cunt," said Stu. She likes good music, plays guitar and likes football. Are you kidding me? And she's a knock out! And finally someone your age!"
That hurt too.
"I really don't know what I'd do with a a normal woman."
"Try it, for once." Kristen said.
"I will. I intended to call her and ask her to see "The Departed " this week.
"Good man!"
So I sent her a text message on her phone and we're going out this week to see "Los Infiltradores" - which is Scorcese's "The Departed."
So I went on a real date, with another yet to come. I will keep you posted.
A normal woman. I don't know how to act. What to say? Well, we seem to have no trouble talking, at least. But what's the protocal? I have no idea what the rules of engagement are. When do you introduce the riding crop into the bedroom?
Have I ever dated someone normal? I can't remember back that far. I once thought Darth was normal!
Sunday April 15th
Happy tax day! It's 3 AM and I need to teach tomorrow. I stayed in and expected to go to bed early. I'm in bed, and have been for three hours. I just typed and typed. So much to say. So much to wonder. In my future path lie a hot Argentinian Doctor and a baby on another continent who may be my daughter. Oh well. Never boring. I hate being bored. Buenos noches, mis amigos! See you on the next go round. And may the force be with you!
Monday
I wouldn't have no luck at all
-Cream
I see something of myself in everyone,
just at this moment of the world
-Joni Mitchell
So, Laura and I caught the last Metro back, said goodbye in the Metro at Iglesia, and I went to the local. No work, only 1 am - it's a no brainer.
JJ was there. It was a babe - fest! Usually, Jueves night is all guys - a regular sausage festival. There were chicks pulling their shirts up to reveal more mid-rift and dancing like their cooch itched. It was amazing. Last call came at three and I was ready to go.
"Let's go!" JJ said.
"Where?"
"Karaoke?"
"Vamanos!" said my friend, Rosey.
Have I mentioned her? She's a cook at the restaurant, next door. She rolls in every niht at 1 PM, or most, and they immediately pour her a shot of tequila. She's great. Light black- so full of life- outstanding mid-rift. Doesn't speak a centimeter of English. But she talks so fast! I am always asking her to slow down - mas despacio!
I didn't have to go to work. This I had to see.
------------
The place was really close and JJ drove Rosey and I. There were all sorts of folks there: suits, gang bangers, hippies - young and old.
"I love to sing Sinatra," JJ said.
Everyone there knew him and sais high. I recognized a few faces that had also come over from the Mural Bar.
Rosey was drunk like I had never seen her. "Tu un hombre muy sincerio y encantada."
"Tu tambien, Rosey."
And then it hit me. Hadn't she just called me sincere and charming? This is maybe the third night she had said something like that to me. Did she like me? 'Fuck!' I thought. I need to learn more Spanish. She could have offered me a hummer in the servicios (bathroom) and I wouldn't know it.
Then JJ took me by the arm and led me to a table upstairs. He introduced me to a lady he knew. She was pretty, but she wasn't awful. She was his age and you could see the lines in her face in the harsh light. I can't remember her name.
JJ sang a Spanish song that was short and sweet. He wasn't bad. Some of the other folks were! God awful. One dude sang 'Piano Man' in Spanish. Ay Carumba! Awful.
Then JJ took the stage again to a chorus of cheers. He's got to be a mafia don or something. On come's Sinatra's 'Strangers in the Night.'
Strangers in the night
exchanging glances
strangers in the night
what were the chances
strangers in the night
perfect strangers
He was kind of awful but got a rousing ovation. It was hysterical.
It was 5 AM and I needed to go to bed.
-------------
11 AM
"Jay, wake up. Don't you have to go to GES to get your money?"
I poked my head out from under the chaotic covers. "Yes."
"What time did you get in?"
"5:30."
"Hoder!"
"And don't even get me started about the tranvestites, the little people and JJ singing Sinatra."
"How is it that you always step through the looking glass everytime you go out?"
"I have no idea."
"Well, I met someone who also works for GES. Sorry to start off your day badly, but she said we're not getting paid today."
"Muther fucking sons of flea-bitten whoors!"
"Well, I'll go with you anyway."
I brushed my teeth and ot ready to go. I never even put a brush through my hair. I wanted to look scary.
I got some water and dug through the tool box. I was going to get paid, one way or the other. I found a nice screwdriver.
"What's that for?" Kristen asked.
"I figure if this guy Luis says he's not going to pay us, I'll drive this screwdriver through his hand. Nail him to the table til he pays us."
Kristens eyes went wide. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Probably not, but they owe me for two months of work. I'm an illegal alien and I have no recourse. So, you do what you gotta do. Hopefully just the threat of violnece will be enough and I won't have to do it.
I went and took my morning meds and got my coat. "Vale. Vamanos" I said. "Hey where's the screwdriver?"
"I hid it."
"Fuck."
"I really think it's a bad idea."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Alright. We'll do it your way. But I just want to be on the record as saying that a person is justified in nailing their employer's hand to the desk if they stiff you on your salary."
"Duly noted."
------------
Fucking Luis wasn't there. Lyndsay, the office manager from Pittsburgh who is really anal, yet as unorganizedas hell, was there. You'll be paid in Monday in cash, I swear."
As soon as I get paid, I am quitting. I do very little with them now anyway.
Lyndsay explained that Celia (who I knew) and Luis are getting divorced (join the fucking club!) It's her company, but in his name, and he stopped the payroll. Jack ass!
So I was very nice to Lyndsay cuz I knew it wan't her fault. Kris sat across from me and said she had the toe of her high heals pointed at my shins the whole time in case I acted up.
I'll save my violence for Luis on Monday if I don't get paid. There's a balcony right off of the main room there. I'll just hang the fucker by his ankles til he pays.
"You're a fat fucker, Luis. Not sure how much longer I can hold you."
Oh well.
Here's the other kicker. Lyndsay's last name is Buckingham. I swear, like the Fleetwood Mac guitarist! Except he's a guy and spells his Lyndsey.
So then we used the Internet there. And that was wehn I got the emails from Pat and Kev, saying Annie was born. I was floored that Darth hadn't told me. I had emailed her on Sunday and given her my phone #, again. She had last told me she had a doctor's appt. on Monday and would tell me what the scoop was as to when she'd have the baby.
I emailed her again on Tues. No reply. Today is Sunday. Still silence.
So I wrote her an email. I congratulated her and said I was happy they were both well.
Then I said that I could only interpret her not notifying me as her last attempt at mental torture before we find out once and for all who the padre is. I also told her 'Shame on you. Haven't you done enough to me?"
I then added that her mental torture does not work anymore because I am free of her.
Then I told her to hug Annie and Fripp. I also asked her when she was taking Annie for the paternity test.
My last sentence was this:
And if she starts drumming on stuff, you know she's mine!"
----
Friday the 13th, 12:15pm
My head was spinning. Sue has a baby. It could be mine. She could be mine. She could not be. I wanted to see her, but needed to stay away. Darth was playing games, again. Evil to the core. How did I ever love you so?
"You alright?" Kris asked.
"Yeah, it's kind of heavy, is all."
"Fuck yeah!"
We went to a nice little place and had a pizza and a Mahou. It was nice. We just talked and I unravelled my brain.
"And I have a hot date with Patricia tonight." I had asked her out to dinner. "I can't really get my brain around it right now."
"You'll be fine, she likes you. And she's gorgeous, nice and normal."
"Yeah. That's true."
--------------
3:15pm
I was going to sleep, but had to hang laundry and all. Had to try and post a blog to let all know too. So much to say!
Kristen was watching 'The Door in the Floor," with Jeff Bridges and Kim Bassinger. I got sucked in. Brilliant movie, based on John Irvings "A Widow for One Year." Wrong movie for me to watch at this time.
It's about a famous child's author who lives in the Hamptons. He is always off having affairs as they are seperated, but they still live together becuase they somehow need each other. The wife is just a basket case, gripped in grief over the death of their two teenage sons. They have a young daughter and the daughter knows everything about every picture of the 2 boys. Creepy!
The author takes on an intern who winds up having an affair with the wife. Great stuff! Tender, heartbreaking and beautifully done. In the end, the wife decides she can't stay any longer, or be a mother to their little girl. She's just too torn up inside.
The author comes up to her when she is in the car, packed and ready to leave. She and the intern had plotted so that she would be gone before he even knew, but it backfired, and he has seen her. He kneels down against the car and she takes his head in her hand in this amazing scene.
The author later tells the intern that their marriage just couldn't survive the tragic death of their sons. The author tells him that he looks like their one son, and that he was his 'gift' to his ex-wife Marion.
It ended. I was just staring at the blank computer screen.
"The loss of our first daughter was the beginning of the end of our marriage."
"I thought of that the minute it ended. Fuck Jay. I'm so sorry."
"It's alright."
For those of you who don't know, Darth was pregnant in 2002, but we lost the baby in an awful way. She was a trisomy 18 baby (chromosones) and had no chance to live anyway.
Darth never really rebounded. I eventually got on with my life. She never got pregnant again. Til now!
I was floored. Too much information. Too much happening at once. It was all so unbelievable. And then this crazy movie that echoes my life.I was dizzy. I was a basket case. I was going to be late for my date with Pat if I didn't get my ass in gear.
8:55pm
I met her at the Gran Via metro stop. We went to a Spanish place. I had veal meatballs. Oh yeah!!!
We talked for three hours. She plays guitar and sang in a band that did a lot of Beatles stuff. She can play bass too (she pronounces it bass, like the fish, so cute!). So hopefully we'll jam some day.
She also likes football (and ran down a list of the 12 best Argentinians and what club they were playing for). Unbelievable!
Her favorite film makers are Coppola, Scorcese and DePalma, who are mine as well. Crazy!
Originally it was going to be a short date becuase she had to meet a friend and go to work on Saturday. We wound up talking til 12:15am.
"Ooh, it's late. I better go. I'm not going to meet my friend."
"What time is it?" She told me.
I had survived the 13th. Thank Jesus shadow boxing Christ. It was the 14th. We said good-bye, did the kiss on both cheeks, Spanish style, and then I caught the Metro.
-----
"How'd it go?" I met Kris and Stuart at the Local around one.
"Great. She plays guitar, likes football and all the same film makers I do."
"Outstanding!" said Stuart.
"Awesome," said Kristen. "What is it? You don't seem so excited."
"I am."
"She's gorgeous," said Stuart.
"So what is it?" asked Kristen.
"I don't know. She's so normal."
"That's because you've been hanging around with psycho bitches. Darth, the Lauras, the Russian bird."
"Mental women," said Stuart.
"Yeah. I'm just not sure if there's that spark. I don't even know how she feels."
"Jay, women do not talk with men they aren't interested in for three hours." said Kristen. "And blow off their friends."
"That's a good point." Why couldn't I see these things?
"Maybe you're just not ready to go out with a normal person yet?"
That hurt.
"Maybe."
"You daft cunt," said Stu. She likes good music, plays guitar and likes football. Are you kidding me? And she's a knock out! And finally someone your age!"
That hurt too.
"I really don't know what I'd do with a a normal woman."
"Try it, for once." Kristen said.
"I will. I intended to call her and ask her to see "The Departed " this week.
"Good man!"
So I sent her a text message on her phone and we're going out this week to see "Los Infiltradores" - which is Scorcese's "The Departed."
So I went on a real date, with another yet to come. I will keep you posted.
A normal woman. I don't know how to act. What to say? Well, we seem to have no trouble talking, at least. But what's the protocal? I have no idea what the rules of engagement are. When do you introduce the riding crop into the bedroom?
Have I ever dated someone normal? I can't remember back that far. I once thought Darth was normal!
Sunday April 15th
Happy tax day! It's 3 AM and I need to teach tomorrow. I stayed in and expected to go to bed early. I'm in bed, and have been for three hours. I just typed and typed. So much to say. So much to wonder. In my future path lie a hot Argentinian Doctor and a baby on another continent who may be my daughter. Oh well. Never boring. I hate being bored. Buenos noches, mis amigos! See you on the next go round. And may the force be with you!
Monday
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Out the Ass End of the Mirror
Breaking the Law
I am now legally an illegal alien. The 90 days on my passport has
expired. Oh well. The local authorities don't seem to give a shit.
Everyone knows we are illegal aliens. The government's just too thick
to change the laws and tax us. So be it.
no no no no no
It's no fun
being an illegal alien
-Phil Collin led Genesis
And as if we didn't already know that Phil Collins doesn't know his
arse from his pie hole, being an illegal alien rocks. I never should have
left my Phil Collins voodoo doll in DC. Son of a bitch!
FAKE PLASTIC TREES
He used to do surgery
for girls in the 80's
but gravity always wins
-Radiohead
Both Tenemos, the software co., and Banesto, the bank, have fake
plastic trees in their lobby. However, they are both quite obviously
fake marijuana plants.
At Tenemos, I did a double take. Then maybe a triple axel, but as sure
as eggs is eggs, it was a fake marijuana plant.
Then I saw one as you get off the elevator to the basement in Banesto.
"What the fuck?" Are these people out of their minds, or are they just
daft cunts?
WAITING ON THE UNBORN
Safe in the light that surrounds me
free from the fear and the pain
my questioning mind
has helped me to find
the meaning in my life again
Victoria's real
i finally feel
at peace with the girl in my dreams
and now that i'm here
it's perfectly clear
i found out what all of this means
if i died tomorrow
i'd be alright
because I believe
that after we're gone
the spirit carries on
-Dream Theater
No word from Darth about the baby. Stupid whoor. She was supposed
to let me know what the craic was about when the baby will be born.
There's been no word at all.
O Eternal Bitch!
-Homer, the Illiad
I feel a great disturbance in the force. Something is happening.
CLOSE TO THE EDGE :
April, Friday the 13
You know I've been to the edge
I stood and looked down
You know I lost a lot of friends there, baby
I got no time to mess around
-Van Halen
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
-Yes
This is the Edge!
-Bono
It started so inauspisciously. I was ready to rest. It was 5:00 PM and I
had one hour left til I was off work for three luxurious days. I was
doing the telephone classes at Banesto. Ooooh, they can be boring
enough to make you want to shoot yourself in the balls (You bleed to
death rather quickly). But I only had an hour left and the conversation
was slowly improving.
And then I got the email that this one school, who owes me 650E (
One and a half times my monthly rent) would possibly be paying us on
Friday. I was to go to the office between 10 and 12 to get paid form
Luis, some dude I never heard of. Hoder! Well, I'd have to cut my
sleep short, but fair enough.
So I went out with American Laura and her friends Niels and Mils ( a
Dutch gy and gal). The club we were supposed to go to was not open
at 10:30, so we went across the street to another bar. We came back at
11:30 and it was open. There was a red carpet and they made us wait
outside the velvet rope even though we were the only ones in the
queque. Niels showed that he was on the guest list and we went in,
which was nice as it was rainy.
We were met at the door by the two tallest cross dressers I had ever
seen. On was dressed as a school girl in a grotesquly too-small skirt.
She carried a ruler. The second one wore the matador's Mickey Mouse
ears, a white dress and a rider crop. HODER! They gave us all
lolipops and I was shocked they weren't condoms (yet somewhat
relieved).
The gals were all offered free drinks - this lemonade sugar shit: awful.
I just boght a beer, for something mental like 8 Euros.
Then it struck midnight - Friday the 13th, what will go down in the
anals of El Dude history as one of the wierdest ever.
Out come the little people: over a half a dozen midgets, all dressed in
green and white plaid. They had matching square hats, vests and
shorts. They were all blowing whistles and were boinging things with
little plastic mallets. I swear to god - Laura saw them too.
TO BE CONTINUED
Editors note: Need to cut his short as I have much business to attend
to, as well as a three or four day bender to go on. I'd like to express to
all that Annie (not sure if Darth plans to use Greco as her surname)
was born on April 11th at 9:24 pm. 7 pounds 3 ounces, 19.5 inches.
Both baby and mother are in fine health.
Welcome to the planet, baby girl! I wish you all the best, be you mine
or otherwise. And may fortune, grace and gratitude shine upon you all
of your days - you're gonna need it with that mother of yours!
Feliz cumpleanos nina hermosa! Tu estas muy cerca a mi corazon.
I'd also like to thank my bros, Pat and Kevin, for delivering the news
to me. I knew we were close, but never thought it would be the two of
you to tell me of the birth of Sue's baby! And maybe mine! Fuck me! I
only found out when i checked my email on Friday morning.
O brave new world that has such people in it! -Shakespeare,
Next Time;
Friday, April 13, 2007: 2;04 am, the local; PERFECT STRANGERS
I am now legally an illegal alien. The 90 days on my passport has
expired. Oh well. The local authorities don't seem to give a shit.
Everyone knows we are illegal aliens. The government's just too thick
to change the laws and tax us. So be it.
no no no no no
It's no fun
being an illegal alien
-Phil Collin led Genesis
And as if we didn't already know that Phil Collins doesn't know his
arse from his pie hole, being an illegal alien rocks. I never should have
left my Phil Collins voodoo doll in DC. Son of a bitch!
FAKE PLASTIC TREES
He used to do surgery
for girls in the 80's
but gravity always wins
-Radiohead
Both Tenemos, the software co., and Banesto, the bank, have fake
plastic trees in their lobby. However, they are both quite obviously
fake marijuana plants.
At Tenemos, I did a double take. Then maybe a triple axel, but as sure
as eggs is eggs, it was a fake marijuana plant.
Then I saw one as you get off the elevator to the basement in Banesto.
"What the fuck?" Are these people out of their minds, or are they just
daft cunts?
WAITING ON THE UNBORN
Safe in the light that surrounds me
free from the fear and the pain
my questioning mind
has helped me to find
the meaning in my life again
Victoria's real
i finally feel
at peace with the girl in my dreams
and now that i'm here
it's perfectly clear
i found out what all of this means
if i died tomorrow
i'd be alright
because I believe
that after we're gone
the spirit carries on
-Dream Theater
No word from Darth about the baby. Stupid whoor. She was supposed
to let me know what the craic was about when the baby will be born.
There's been no word at all.
O Eternal Bitch!
-Homer, the Illiad
I feel a great disturbance in the force. Something is happening.
CLOSE TO THE EDGE :
April, Friday the 13
You know I've been to the edge
I stood and looked down
You know I lost a lot of friends there, baby
I got no time to mess around
-Van Halen
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
-Yes
This is the Edge!
-Bono
It started so inauspisciously. I was ready to rest. It was 5:00 PM and I
had one hour left til I was off work for three luxurious days. I was
doing the telephone classes at Banesto. Ooooh, they can be boring
enough to make you want to shoot yourself in the balls (You bleed to
death rather quickly). But I only had an hour left and the conversation
was slowly improving.
And then I got the email that this one school, who owes me 650E (
One and a half times my monthly rent) would possibly be paying us on
Friday. I was to go to the office between 10 and 12 to get paid form
Luis, some dude I never heard of. Hoder! Well, I'd have to cut my
sleep short, but fair enough.
So I went out with American Laura and her friends Niels and Mils ( a
Dutch gy and gal). The club we were supposed to go to was not open
at 10:30, so we went across the street to another bar. We came back at
11:30 and it was open. There was a red carpet and they made us wait
outside the velvet rope even though we were the only ones in the
queque. Niels showed that he was on the guest list and we went in,
which was nice as it was rainy.
We were met at the door by the two tallest cross dressers I had ever
seen. On was dressed as a school girl in a grotesquly too-small skirt.
She carried a ruler. The second one wore the matador's Mickey Mouse
ears, a white dress and a rider crop. HODER! They gave us all
lolipops and I was shocked they weren't condoms (yet somewhat
relieved).
The gals were all offered free drinks - this lemonade sugar shit: awful.
I just boght a beer, for something mental like 8 Euros.
Then it struck midnight - Friday the 13th, what will go down in the
anals of El Dude history as one of the wierdest ever.
Out come the little people: over a half a dozen midgets, all dressed in
green and white plaid. They had matching square hats, vests and
shorts. They were all blowing whistles and were boinging things with
little plastic mallets. I swear to god - Laura saw them too.
TO BE CONTINUED
Editors note: Need to cut his short as I have much business to attend
to, as well as a three or four day bender to go on. I'd like to express to
all that Annie (not sure if Darth plans to use Greco as her surname)
was born on April 11th at 9:24 pm. 7 pounds 3 ounces, 19.5 inches.
Both baby and mother are in fine health.
Welcome to the planet, baby girl! I wish you all the best, be you mine
or otherwise. And may fortune, grace and gratitude shine upon you all
of your days - you're gonna need it with that mother of yours!
Feliz cumpleanos nina hermosa! Tu estas muy cerca a mi corazon.
I'd also like to thank my bros, Pat and Kevin, for delivering the news
to me. I knew we were close, but never thought it would be the two of
you to tell me of the birth of Sue's baby! And maybe mine! Fuck me! I
only found out when i checked my email on Friday morning.
O brave new world that has such people in it! -Shakespeare,
Next Time;
Friday, April 13, 2007: 2;04 am, the local; PERFECT STRANGERS
Monday, April 9, 2007
The Empire Strikes Back
Miss you, Hate you
but i feel you
i don't want you
but i need you baby
-Joe Bonamassa
As the birth of the baby nears, I find my thoughts wandering from psychosis to the fact of my foul halitosis. So heavy, all this stuff. To not be there for my daughter's birth - yet how could I have invested all the emotion only to find out she wasn't mine.
Oh well. I made the best decision I could and I'll live with it, happily.
I will relay the details when the baby is born.
Then a week or two to find out who her pappy is.
How did I get myself in such a ghetto situation? Ay Caramba!
and she smells like a rose
and she tastes just like a peach
she got me walking where the wildlife grows
I'd do anything to reach her
Cause if she was made in heaven
heaven's in the world
-Dire Straits
Well after this most holy season of penance and self denial, it's finally Easter. Spring, rebirth, standard birth and paternity suits. So I know what it is that dear readers want now: Tales of sex, drunkeness and cruelty. GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT!
MENAGE A TROIS
This past week included three enticing encounters with the fair opposite sex. Here's the blow by blow:
MARTA: JJ's kind of adopted neice. He's the mad weed scientist. Anyhoo, he's a mentor to Marta, who's now like 29. She lives in Sevilla and was here visiting for semanna santa. Because of JJ's tutelage, she just passed her test to be an air traffic controller (JJ is a pilot, not currently flying becuase of glaucoma).
So we all played pool and Marta and I kind of hit it off. Great personality! Fluent in English. Dark hair, fair skin, nice rack, tremendous ass and the craziest green eyes.
"I'd do her," Kristen said.
"And I'd gladly step aside if you let Stuart and I watch from the serving cutout in the kitchen."
But what's really amazing is the life behind her eyes. The personality. She's cute, it's her personality that makes her smoking.
So Friday night we went to the bar, JJ's, and then to the local around 1am. JJ, the man, was there.
"I probably shouldn't tell you this, cuz I am jealous." He smiles. "But remember Marta."
"Of course. I'm not a cat."
"Well, she told me she likes you."
"Really? I thought she was great. Tremendous gal."
"Well she likes you."
"She's back in Sevilla, huh?"
"She left this afternoon."
O foul temptress, Fate!
"Do you have her number?"
"Yes."
I'm laughing now. "So will you give it to me?"
"Maybe." he laughs." I am very jealous." Now he breaks out laughing "I'm just kidding."
"Vale. So can I get her number from you?"
"Maybe."
______
The craic is that I mentioned to her on Tues that I am thinking of moving to Sevilla for next semester. I knew her like 5 minutes at this point. "If you ever need help getting around when you get there, just let me know."
Tremendous chick.
Anyway, I knew I had to go to Sevilla in the next four weeks anyway. So after I taser JJ and get Marta's email or number, I'll have to plan a trip.
Que Bueno!!!
I'm sure JJ will give me the number. After all, Tuesday ended with him leaving our flat at five in the morning after reading his own Spanish poetry over some live '74 King Crimson. Kristen and I were in stiches. I couldn't understand a word of it at that hour, and it was written on this piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket that looked like he had it for 5 years. And over the live King Crimson improv instrumental (which can be dissonant to say the least). It was like beat poetry in hell. Outrageous. I couldn't believe it was happening. JJ loves King Crimson and lost his mind when I told him I could give him some live stuff. Everyone his age remembers IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING.
PATRICIA
The spicy latin doctor from Argentina. We had some good conversation on wed. Smart. Interesting. Delightful curves - I bet you she would wreck me. Laid back. She's a doctor and she smokes - bizarro.
She told me she'd probably be at JJ's Bar on Fri, but wasn't there. No biggie, probably catch her on Wed. I like her. Where it goes, who knows. But you never do, do you? And that's the thrill, I guess.
AMERICAN LAURA
Just friends. Crazy as a bedbug, but I love her. Her dad fights cocks! Think of the story ideas.
Kristen doesn't like her. Thinks she's sleezy whore. And very possibly she is. I can live with that. She's a train wreck: I fear to watch yet I cannot look away.Drawn to her like a moth to the flame, I am. And we're just friends.
Kristen goes mental when I go out with her. Cracks me up. She's so protective!
Anyway, i like to hang with her.
The weird thing was that she texted me on Tuesday and asked if I wanted to go to Cordoba for the day with a few of her friends. They had a car.
"That girls a freak. What the fuck is her problem?" Kristen asked.
I told her I couldn't go, that I was supposed to go with Stuart down south, but that I was thinking of bagging it.
"Well, I'll be back on Thursday. How bout we do something this weekend if you don´t go to Cadiz?"
"Sure." I was wondering what I'd do all by myself.
"There's something wrong with that girl, Jay. And you could do 10 times better. She's nothing special," Kristen said.
"I am not going to sleep with her."
"You better not. You'll get syphyllis."
"Hoder!" cries Stuart."
"Duly noted mother. May I be dismissed now?"
"Yes."
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Stuart wound up coming home early, so we were all together for Thurs.Fri, Sat. and Sun. Plenty of fun. I didn't see Laura's text from Thurs until 1 am on Friday Night. It said she was home.
I texted her on Sat. to see if she wanted to go out after I jammed. She was sick and decided to stay in. Then I got a text (today) on Easter, asking if I wanted to go out to dinner.
"Oh, is it dinner now?" said Stuart.
"What is wrong with that filthy whore?" said Kristen.
I texted her back that I already had dinner plans.
K, S and I had decided to go out for a nice dinner together for Easter. We went to Vaca, an Argentine Steakhouse. I had a steak for the first time in 3 months. Damn, that was good.
I am now here 90 days and three moons. Where does the time go? Halfway done with Madrid.
So to recap; Patricia is in slow gear - Marta is currently in park - and Laura is just a friend, so I don't get Syphyllis.
So much to look forward to. And a busy week of teaching.What does the future hold?
Stay tuned. And happy Easter. Spring is upon us.
Things I miss:
Baseball
Barbecuing
Fripp
Friends (and their kids)
Family
Dryers
Washing machines that work the first time around
Dishwashers
Being a native speaker in the country i live in
My drums and my keyboards
The Garden of Zen and Toll Road
Cherry Blossoms in DC
Dry Cleaners
A sink with a grabage disposal (Sarlaac) so that it doesn't back up.
The CD's I never had a chance to save to iTunes
My old neighbors
But all is well. 3 AM and I need to get up at 7:30 am. I did school paperwork all day and just finished. We didn't go out to dinner til 9:30 - so Spanish. Hoder! Cheers!!!!!
-El Dude
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A young reader's introduction to the Spansih Exile Blog, part II.
"I'm also known as Sammy the schnoz, Tony the Tuba, Benny the Groin, and once and once only as Miss Phyllis Levine. I don't know - i had a little smoke, popped a qualude - next thing I know I'm in fish nets singing show tunes. It happens. But to my family and friends, I am best known as the fucking doctor."
-Billie Crystal as the Psychiatrist, introducing himself at a Mafia sit down in Analyze This,
Hoder - fuck
the local - the local bar (the Mural)
chupa mis huevos - suck my balls
arse - ass
vale - okay
Mahou Cinco Estrellas - local Madrid beer, best in town
Marta - hottie
Patricia- hottie
American Laura - psycho, great craic
JJ - Pilot, Botanist, friend
James - bartender at the local
JJ's Bar- where we go on Wed night
Casa de los Monos (the Monkey House) - Our Flat
Bravo Murillo - our street
Daft Cunt - My ScottIish boss, Alex
Friday, April 6, 2007
LETTERS FROM HOME
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the Maples want more sunlight
And the Oaks ignore their pleas. -Rush (Neal Peart)
This is an email from Kevin and Heather that made my month:
Jay, We were sitting around the dining room table tonight and to help Colin learn to read I wrote the first stanza of "The Trees" and asked him to read it. He did well.
Heather said, "Do you know who wrote that?" and he responded "Geddy Lee?" Heather said, "No, you're favorite drummer wrote that" to which Colin replied,"He's not my favorite drummer...Jay is" Too cool. Hope all is well. Cheers,
TIME DRIFT
this is from last week--------
Toro toro taxi
'See you tomorrow, my son."
She watches a big truck
graze her hip...
-Dire Straits
Well, after a great Saturday night and lazy Domingo morn, I did go to see the bulls at the Plaza de Torros on the east side of the city. Beautiful brick building. Inside, the best seats are just concrete. I swear - it's the closest thing you'll ever see to a gladiator match. The plaza has that feel. And there's no end to the gore and horrific violence. I love it.
Sydney and I went and it was a good time. Only 5 euro. But we only saw three fights because I we went by my watch. It was supposed to start at 18:00 (6pm), but i didn't know Spain went to daylight savings last night. You think someone would have mentioned it. I mean, i got the big Madrid paper today. I didn't see a peep about it. So I found out at what I thought was 8pm, that it was truly 9pm. I want that fucking hour back! I have a class at 8 am tomorrow!
So now I guess it'll be bright till like 8:30 pm. Crazy. I remember July in Vancouver. The sun sets at 9:30pm!!!!
Well, it's 1 am and i still need to iron and hang laundry.
I'm busy as hell this week, but will try to write ASAP. Hug your kids for me.
night falls on the city
like a blanket on a cage
-Big Country
I got a buzz out on the patio IM-ing Mel. I smelled a strange smell and realized they were paving Calle Bravo Murillo below. What a stink! It smelled like burning squirrels.
Martes
Tuesday to you. Seriously talked today of setting up our own English school with Kristen and Stuart. They are very into it, as am I. I'm noticing the students really getting into the classes where I actually teach business: marketing, case studies..whatever. So if I did that and K & S taught grammar and speaking, we could rock. Maybe me in Sevilla and them in Madrid. We'd also make sure every course had two teachers, preferably from different countries, so that students learn different accents. We already have California, New York and the Irish countryside. It's just a pipe dream at this point, but I think we could have 2 or 3 competitive advantages, and ususally one is enough.
What to call it: Momentum Business English? Chupa Mis Huevos English? Continental Business English? Who knows? Oh well. All will be revealed.
I enjoy teaching. I really do. Just like Babe and Steve Martin, I think I've found my special purpose. Today I substituted a class at Accenture, and we got into talking about cultural diversity (as the regular teacher had instructed) and I would up using some shit I learned in Grad School about how science has backed up that diversity is good, by talking about the difference between the potato crops of the Aztecs and the Irish. The potato was the staple of both cultures.
The Aztecs had over 30 varieties. If a blight hit a few varieties, the others were unaffected. The Irish, over time, began to grow pretty much one variety for their own consumption (It's sad footnote to history that the English were exporting beef and other crops out of Dublin while the Irish starved to death).
I also taught the Vietnam war and the Kennedy assassination (not sure how that really happened- i guess in context). So it's been fun. I smell a class on english written literature down the pike!!
Tomorrow is Wednesday. On Monday night I feel like I've been at work for three days. Then it's Tues. Then it's Wed and in Spain, that's virtually the weekend. Thursday certainly is.
Are you all familiar with The Red Hot Chili Peppers' STADIUM ARCADIUM? Liistening to it now. Well written tunes, outrageous lyrics, great bass and drums, and John Fruciante justs puts on a fucking guitar clinic. Outrageous! He's unreal.
2:30 AM. Time for bed. Sweet intoxicating sleep. Rest my brain.
KATAMARI
That's how i roll
I won't sell my soul
I tried so hard
to bring you back to the fold
It's all just as well
I'll see you in hell
My heart is the place
Where Lucifer fell
I miss all my clan
it's not who I am
and I was the one
always with a plan
That's how i roll
I won't sell my soul
I tried so hard
to bring you back to the fold
It's not what you are
but what you aspire to be
We all need a beach
to run and be free
manic frustration
verbal masterbation
for fuck's sake
pour me another libation!
That's how i roll
I won't sell my soul
I tried so hard
to bring you back to the fold
I'm not being wise
it's not you I despise
It's the decit and the darkness
the deception and lies
I'll see you on the Last Day
when everything's stripped away..
On the Last Day..
everything stripped away
I don't wish you malice
I reject the magician's chalice
When it's time for life to cease
all i want is peace.
That's how i roll
I won't sell my soul
I tried so hard
to bring you back to the fold
-Me
4-7-07
4 in the morn, Will go to bed soon, Not too tired as I slept from 5am to 5pm last night. I slept for 12 hours. That's half a day.
Vale. (Okay in Spanish- they use it more often here than I use oxygen).
We went down to Sol. It was fun, We didn't stay long. Just a few hours.
Darth confirmed that the date is the 11th, or otherwise the 18th. They'll know on monday.
She seemed pissed that I knew. Not to worry. I protect my sources. It's the 1st Ammendment. And Darth can kiss my Jedi ass.
This whole week has been great. Just a celebratory feel throughout the city. And so many hotties! Life is good.
Happy Easter. Happy Spring. Be happy, cause that's what it's all about.
There is trouble with the trees
For the Maples want more sunlight
And the Oaks ignore their pleas. -Rush (Neal Peart)
This is an email from Kevin and Heather that made my month:
Jay, We were sitting around the dining room table tonight and to help Colin learn to read I wrote the first stanza of "The Trees" and asked him to read it. He did well.
Heather said, "Do you know who wrote that?" and he responded "Geddy Lee?" Heather said, "No, you're favorite drummer wrote that" to which Colin replied,"He's not my favorite drummer...Jay is" Too cool. Hope all is well. Cheers,
TIME DRIFT
this is from last week--------
Toro toro taxi
'See you tomorrow, my son."
She watches a big truck
graze her hip...
-Dire Straits
Well, after a great Saturday night and lazy Domingo morn, I did go to see the bulls at the Plaza de Torros on the east side of the city. Beautiful brick building. Inside, the best seats are just concrete. I swear - it's the closest thing you'll ever see to a gladiator match. The plaza has that feel. And there's no end to the gore and horrific violence. I love it.
Sydney and I went and it was a good time. Only 5 euro. But we only saw three fights because I we went by my watch. It was supposed to start at 18:00 (6pm), but i didn't know Spain went to daylight savings last night. You think someone would have mentioned it. I mean, i got the big Madrid paper today. I didn't see a peep about it. So I found out at what I thought was 8pm, that it was truly 9pm. I want that fucking hour back! I have a class at 8 am tomorrow!
So now I guess it'll be bright till like 8:30 pm. Crazy. I remember July in Vancouver. The sun sets at 9:30pm!!!!
Well, it's 1 am and i still need to iron and hang laundry.
I'm busy as hell this week, but will try to write ASAP. Hug your kids for me.
night falls on the city
like a blanket on a cage
-Big Country
I got a buzz out on the patio IM-ing Mel. I smelled a strange smell and realized they were paving Calle Bravo Murillo below. What a stink! It smelled like burning squirrels.
Martes
Tuesday to you. Seriously talked today of setting up our own English school with Kristen and Stuart. They are very into it, as am I. I'm noticing the students really getting into the classes where I actually teach business: marketing, case studies..whatever. So if I did that and K & S taught grammar and speaking, we could rock. Maybe me in Sevilla and them in Madrid. We'd also make sure every course had two teachers, preferably from different countries, so that students learn different accents. We already have California, New York and the Irish countryside. It's just a pipe dream at this point, but I think we could have 2 or 3 competitive advantages, and ususally one is enough.
What to call it: Momentum Business English? Chupa Mis Huevos English? Continental Business English? Who knows? Oh well. All will be revealed.
I enjoy teaching. I really do. Just like Babe and Steve Martin, I think I've found my special purpose. Today I substituted a class at Accenture, and we got into talking about cultural diversity (as the regular teacher had instructed) and I would up using some shit I learned in Grad School about how science has backed up that diversity is good, by talking about the difference between the potato crops of the Aztecs and the Irish. The potato was the staple of both cultures.
The Aztecs had over 30 varieties. If a blight hit a few varieties, the others were unaffected. The Irish, over time, began to grow pretty much one variety for their own consumption (It's sad footnote to history that the English were exporting beef and other crops out of Dublin while the Irish starved to death).
I also taught the Vietnam war and the Kennedy assassination (not sure how that really happened- i guess in context). So it's been fun. I smell a class on english written literature down the pike!!
Tomorrow is Wednesday. On Monday night I feel like I've been at work for three days. Then it's Tues. Then it's Wed and in Spain, that's virtually the weekend. Thursday certainly is.
Are you all familiar with The Red Hot Chili Peppers' STADIUM ARCADIUM? Liistening to it now. Well written tunes, outrageous lyrics, great bass and drums, and John Fruciante justs puts on a fucking guitar clinic. Outrageous! He's unreal.
2:30 AM. Time for bed. Sweet intoxicating sleep. Rest my brain.
KATAMARI
That's how i roll
I won't sell my soul
I tried so hard
to bring you back to the fold
It's all just as well
I'll see you in hell
My heart is the place
Where Lucifer fell
I miss all my clan
it's not who I am
and I was the one
always with a plan
That's how i roll
I won't sell my soul
I tried so hard
to bring you back to the fold
It's not what you are
but what you aspire to be
We all need a beach
to run and be free
manic frustration
verbal masterbation
for fuck's sake
pour me another libation!
That's how i roll
I won't sell my soul
I tried so hard
to bring you back to the fold
I'm not being wise
it's not you I despise
It's the decit and the darkness
the deception and lies
I'll see you on the Last Day
when everything's stripped away..
On the Last Day..
everything stripped away
I don't wish you malice
I reject the magician's chalice
When it's time for life to cease
all i want is peace.
That's how i roll
I won't sell my soul
I tried so hard
to bring you back to the fold
-Me
4-7-07
4 in the morn, Will go to bed soon, Not too tired as I slept from 5am to 5pm last night. I slept for 12 hours. That's half a day.
Vale. (Okay in Spanish- they use it more often here than I use oxygen).
We went down to Sol. It was fun, We didn't stay long. Just a few hours.
Darth confirmed that the date is the 11th, or otherwise the 18th. They'll know on monday.
She seemed pissed that I knew. Not to worry. I protect my sources. It's the 1st Ammendment. And Darth can kiss my Jedi ass.
This whole week has been great. Just a celebratory feel throughout the city. And so many hotties! Life is good.
Happy Easter. Happy Spring. Be happy, cause that's what it's all about.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Semana Santa
a portrait of the artist as a young hamAmerican Laura, stay away from Jay!
American Laura, Listen what I say!
- The Guess Who, as interpreted by Kristen
A quick shout out to you all. It's the holidays now and I slept for 10 hours til 5pm! AY! But i only got two hours the night before and then taught my 8:30 am class. That was crazy. Kristen and I went to the local for a few beers, but all these friends of friends are in town for Semana Santa and it got crazy.
So now i am just cleaning and catching up on laundry and all that crap. I didn't go down South to Cadiz. I was beat and the weather was bad. Stuart actually came home early today.
And last night was another 5 AM 'er as everyone has thurs and fri off.
On Wed night (Miercoles) we usually got to this bar; JJ's, for Intercambio night- a language exchange. Last week I met this babe, Patricia, from Buenos Aires. She's a doctor and about my age. Great personality, laid back and the greatest curves.
I saw her again last night. We chatted for about 2 hours last. She's going thru a divorce too. Tis the season!!!! So we'll see what happens with that craic.
Last week, Stuart was like, "Man, she definately seems ineterested in you."
"Really?" I hadn't noticed. I'm always the last to know.
I have also heard that Darth is having the baby next Wed. She hasn't told me yet but I have the house bugged. Thank you Patriot Act!!!
This moves up the time line two weeks, at least, increasing the odds she is not mine! Woo hoo!
Flashback to mid-March, a smoky little bar in the bowels of Madrid:
JAY "But it would be nice to have a little girl"
JANET " Yeah. With someone else."
Wise and tiny, Janet is. I guess she's my Yoda.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Dress Me Up
Johhny my love, get out of the business
The odds are getting fatter by the minute
That I have got a bright and shiny platter
And I am gonna get your heavy head
-Liz Phair
Every man dies. Not Every man really lives.
-Sir William Wallace 'Braveheart'
A huge shout out to the sister-in-law, Janet, who celebrated her birthday yesterday. Feliz cumpleanos!
In-between teaching gigs (it's 11:30 am). This new gig is cool, but 8:30 AM doesn't really jive with Spanish life. I'll get used to it. Right now I am just exhausted and dragging. But my late class was cancelled for Semana Santa.
These new morning classes with Tenemos ( a web co.) are in one of the big towers at Plaza Castilla. Kinda cool. Very enjoyable. I usually just roll out of bed and go to class, but there are so many hotties that I'm going to have to start showering before I go to class. I heard them talking about me in Spanish after class. They were outside and I was still in the classroom. I heard the one lady so to the other, "Muy guapo!" (very handsome) and then giggle.
You should see me when I actually bathe!
Kristen is going shopping with me after work. My jeans are
literally hanging off of me. And I need some new dress shirts. I feel like a cartoon character, I wear the same shirts so often. So look out for the EuroTrend! They wear really bright colors here. And men wear brown shoes with suits. Ughhh! I fit right in with my mismatched bag of clothing I carried over the Atlantic. Oh well. Kristen will work some magic, i hope, and get me into Euro 2007 fashion.
Must take a 15 min nap before i fall over.
Cheers!
The odds are getting fatter by the minute
That I have got a bright and shiny platter
And I am gonna get your heavy head
-Liz Phair
Every man dies. Not Every man really lives.
-Sir William Wallace 'Braveheart'
A huge shout out to the sister-in-law, Janet, who celebrated her birthday yesterday. Feliz cumpleanos!
In-between teaching gigs (it's 11:30 am). This new gig is cool, but 8:30 AM doesn't really jive with Spanish life. I'll get used to it. Right now I am just exhausted and dragging. But my late class was cancelled for Semana Santa.
These new morning classes with Tenemos ( a web co.) are in one of the big towers at Plaza Castilla. Kinda cool. Very enjoyable. I usually just roll out of bed and go to class, but there are so many hotties that I'm going to have to start showering before I go to class. I heard them talking about me in Spanish after class. They were outside and I was still in the classroom. I heard the one lady so to the other, "Muy guapo!" (very handsome) and then giggle.
You should see me when I actually bathe!
Kristen is going shopping with me after work. My jeans are
literally hanging off of me. And I need some new dress shirts. I feel like a cartoon character, I wear the same shirts so often. So look out for the EuroTrend! They wear really bright colors here. And men wear brown shoes with suits. Ughhh! I fit right in with my mismatched bag of clothing I carried over the Atlantic. Oh well. Kristen will work some magic, i hope, and get me into Euro 2007 fashion.
Must take a 15 min nap before i fall over.
Cheers!
Monday, April 2, 2007
Torro Taxi
she took off a silver locket she said remember me by this
she put her hand in my pocket i got a keepsake and a kiss
and in the roar of the dust and diesel i stood and watched her walk away
i could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay
and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
and i'm just high on the world
come on and take a long ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love
-Dire Straits
In between teaching gigs. All of Madrid is gearing up top leave town and partake in the decadence of Semana Santa (holy week). Can you believe it? Hey, we all know I like to party but for a Catholic country, getting inebriated during Holy Week is a bit touched in the head. But that´s the lashback from Franco making them all practice Catholicism.
We saw the bulls yesterday. Not as good as the previous week at all, but fun. It´s like being at a gladiator match. Pretty cool. Will try to post photos if I ever get Internet at the house again.
I may go down south with Stuart or may just stay here if Madrid will really be empty. SLeeping and writing sounds like a good vacation. I have Thurs, Fri and the weekend of. Woo Hoo!
Weekend was great. Bulls yesterday with the fambly ( flatmates). Went out witha ton of people on Viernes and Laura on Sabado. We´ve become good friends. What a messed up chick, but great. This is American Laura. Haven´t seen Spanish Laura in weeks. SHe could still be wandering the streets trying to find her way home.
Laura´s dad, who pretty much abandoned them when she was young, literally lives in a trailer and trains cocks to fight. I swear. With razor blades. She says he dotes on them and that she and her sister wished they were chickens when they were little so that he would pay them some attention. Hoder!!!! Makes my growing up issues look so chicken-shit.
Here mother has money now (They had none growing up) because they discovered natural gas on their land. The truth is more fucked up than any fiction i could write.
What else? Painted like five OOoards (oil on cardboard) this weekend. That was fun!
Speak to you soon!!!!
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