15 steps


we used to see each other infrequently, but every day i was looking forward to see her again. always boarded around seven thirty line 170. she stands by the window close to me, but not pretty close. just so that she could see me. in the face, she has such a cute little jerky movements that do not affect. these jerks are caused by nervous when you know that someone is looking at you. i know it's caused by my presence ... i liked that very much and try to be on top of things. when watching, so it with great sincerity watching. she's really beautiful. she often loosened her hair today (she always wears them closed in a bun) and had a great diopter glasses without diopters, images. she is probably high as me, has black eyes and her style is highly unusual. it's a mix of 90´s and some king of narrow-minded black elegance, but she knows how to wear it. she even can smiles, but she does not show it much often. only when she reads the mobile phone (maybe writes her musceling, „in money“ fella report on how it was nice in the morning). we stand close to each other, but I do not have the courage (all my life) to undertake anything. rather, i give a little time, because i feel that's going to be something bigger (one will recognize it), and frankly do i get quite scared about it. although we have finally wrapped up with my wife, i am still in a hope ... just give it time, just as it once must come. this is inevitable, as plain as a daylight. even before we meet, i bet what she will be. completely calmly it could be total, high and mighty cow, but i am almost one hundred percent reckon that she is not. on the contrary - it will be a very nice girl with a sense of humor, who likes to sleep in a tent in the summer time, use to go into the forest in the rain, instructed regularly contributes to a cat shelter, she likes schnitzels and sweet chocolate, and every wednesday evening and sunday morning she wants to fuck like a wild and she likes to experiment in this kind of human need.

wednesday morning was pretty disgusting. depending on the amount of puddles has been pissing all night. in the evening i didn´t drink much, but get up really did not want me. i listen to love/dead faces on tv and stuffed myself into a completely full bus. fucking driver would not let me in advance, although it through the back door really just could not cause of the people... i found a spot on the right side and inhaled a mixture of alcohol vapors, enough of a bad food and unpurifed teeth some elderly guy who's ridden by to the work ... but maybe not. hard to choose, but i was not totally one. but two stops i could survive. finally, i did not even wait for those two stops. guzzler got off at the first one. i was quite happy, although i actually felt good. he reminded me my dad… she was standing behind him and i sort of expected it. i thought that today i will not wait for anything, but in the end it was somehow it doesn´t matter. we left the bus and walked for a while just a few meters next to each other. then we spontally grabbed our hands. quite automatically, as if we were doing it this way since time immemorial. we did not talk at all. just looked at each other, she smiled and waved me at pimlico station and clearly i saw through the window she says she loves me.

i have never seen her anymore. it´s a shame, cause she was the one… i know it…



meat loaf

that big dog felt tough and so he was, but i know he only played that and he was fucked like every pooch from the street. he had nothing into his mouth, and if only anyone just gave him a little mercy, handing him a nice word and touched him, he would be his forever. his little brother, for the big one was everything in the world (he looked like mr. krontorad´s asta, just a bit more dirty and more lank) experienced things differently. he was very sensitive. little inferior, what would have loved curling in a state of panic, but he was not given and that´s not gonna happen - i can tell you at the outset. it was kind of a mix shaggy (mother and an unknown father, too) which nonobody wals him. additionally, he was tiny too much and could not bark. they two slept together in the bushes a short distance from the store where they all shouted at them both and occasionally stretch them after someone threw a rock or a stick. although the sea water was salty but the winter was quite warm, so they didin´t suffer from cold and sometimes even someone threw something to chow. mostly it was just an old hard bread, but both agreed that smoked eel was simply drained out of their life (their never ever ate it ..). neither of them had a name, and i saw them only once, but i named the rouhg one martin grof and the smaller one was simply jepeto, just like in that movie.

one beautifull morning, when the sun was rising and jepeto still asleep, martin grof went on a patrol, because he suspected that the beautiful whiteblack bitch next door was rutting. jepeto was a little kid, but martin grof already know how it works, and he desires. it was a relatively quiet street, which rode up to three cars a day. one of them was driven by baker gigi. the previous day he was drinking all night and he still felt cannonau by sellaimosca on his tongue. actually, he was still totally on rock, but the weekend was coming so he felt better. the radio was playing a real shit, so he decided for u remind me by röyksopp and hunted the cd at the back seat.

the front bumper hit martin grof exactly on the head, so it was quick.

jepeto woke up around seven and walked to safety. martin grof about that doggirl talked almost constantly. he found him under the withered olive. beside him lay a plastic bottle of soda water, rusted penlight and an old t-shirt with the fifa world cup italia 1990. he seemed to be asleep on the shirt, but it was over.

around him came across a smiling and suntanned bunch of boys and girls in shorts with bottles of cannonau by sellaimosca and rey ban sunglasses and jepeto remained alone on the street at the beginning of this beautifull summer. he was hungry and he was sad...



westcoast traffic jam


chupa was smoking at the entrance door and watched those slickers the same way as they look at him. insignificant insect, what bothers all of their presence ... in addition, he was black and in this white town was in character even more trash in. chupa knew it, but pissed off about it. he was just making his job and the boss can count on him. he was abuse on his boss was more mentally ... big josh liked him in the corner of his soul and sometimes he had shown him a human face by the fact that he smiled at him or shook his hand when he was drunk staggering home from the bar, but mostly he just humiliated and scoled chupa ... could be for him even though and he would do the first, the last ... chupa took him like his dad, which he has never seen ... when had the big josh a hangover in the morning and remorse from all over his basically terrific life he everytime said himself, that will be nice to chupa ... but it never happened, because once he sobered and met chupa again, both sweeps outside a bar or carry crates of booze into the store, so he simply revild of nature or was simply a very nasty ...

this weekend, again, seemes to be a great ride ... friday, after people have had payouts and all the bars on the coast bursting at the seams at five in the afternoon already. the sun was beating ... how crazy and chupa was sweating at the entrance ... "how are you, nigger?" or "open master sooty" and similar bullshits ... chupa didn´t care and looking forward on tomorrow, take some rest and finally find the courage to invite that beautiful little black girl next door for a date ... thinking about her every day. ogling her when she was serving people and handing out smiles on all sides ... she was really nice ... between us, she would never ever care about chupa. she waited for those white dust assholes, but they just pissed off at her again ... just a typical unfulfilled relation carousel of life. around eleven o'clock when everyone war eally completely drunk and mood was on the top, somewhere opted-in a taxi big josh. he had been drinking all day and had just a little bit of dejection - chupa handed out and do it immediately lifted the mood - after all, life is good ... at the bar gave double shot and thinking about life. the deal was going well. he already made up with his exwife, but the kids are young forever ... the boy will go to the university and his daughter moved to the west coast a long time ago ... everything would have changed, but knows that it will not have the power. he broke with jennie two weeks ago .. expected that she returned to him, but she wrote him that she'd want to see him again. he took another double shot and wondering he can talk to or who would not normally speak, but nobody was close. sad ...suddenly he noticed chupa carries two packs of sauvignon black fiddlehead vintage, already reddened and prepare how it goes down to two times what he was doing and he knows that a ban on climbing through the bar. chupa just simply wanted to help the girls ... he realized the moment he passed. josh gave him a surprisingly a little smile and beckoned him to come out. chupa waited shower of curses, but big josh told him, let him now going to take off and go together through out the city. he took two bottles of wine, called the cab and they both sat at the back. chupa watched as scalded and still waiting to see what will be. josh questioned him on a various things, but somehow the whole situation was rubbing (like this story) ...but the fresh air, good music isaac delusion early morning and the first bottle made the right mood. . chupa talked about how he was born one night on a dirty beach in mozambique and how childbirth pain in his mothers hand all the potential that lay in the sand, and how one of those things that had remained in his hand was a plastic container lollipops from the chupa chups what has red and sweet chewing gum inside ... therefore called chupa. and also about how he moved through the whole africa to get into the big world and also about the little black girl from the next door ... josh was touched. he planned how to get those two together ...they went for a china fast food at midnight and then threw chupa at home. he shook out his hand. josh felt pretty good and it was not so late, so he said he still winks at the bar. he left to throw out at the beginning of the street close to his bar and he bought chupa chups lollipop for fun...

he woke up next to a little black girl from the next door, expanded lollipop lying on the bedside table ..


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