Blue

Ya know what they say, right? On a clear day you can see forever. Well, for a day to be clear, ya have to wait till the dust settles. And there has been quite sum dust 'round me, lately. Christ almighty. So, I've been livin' in this workshop from a guy called Des Voeux and he's havin' me around so the bad guys won't dare to think of breaking in, and all and I've been doin' that and feeling quite responsible and relaxed. Now that's a dangerous thing when you're me. Relaxing, that is. So, a couple o' weeks ago, Des Voeux walks into the workshop in the middle of the fuckin' night, together with sum ugly broad and he starts yellin' at me and all. There's me, lying on the ground, bare assed and all, with one eye still firmly shut. If it weren't for me feelin' embarrassed with my Snickers all out in the open, I swear to ya, I would've sold Des Voeux sum knuckles, right there 'n then. Instead I start askin' this guy and that broad what the fuck the're doin' in the middle of the night, shoutin' at me. So, after a while I find out that he thinks I stole sum of his paintings. Kinda dumb, cause if that was what I was after, I would've done it a long time ago and hit the road the hell out of his sight. No, the guy was convinced I'd been stealin'. Now, I've dealt with so much shit in my life, people could easily mistake me for a construction site plummer. But I won't be told I'm a thief when I've done no such thing. So, place to sleep or not, I let the guy get acquainted with my left hand. Hard 'n fast. This ugly chick (what the fuck was she doin' there anyways?) starts screaming and yelling like I just took the brothers head off or something. So I move towards her and suddenly she's dead silent. Just stares at me. Stares down. Then I realize I'm butt-naked. So I say to the chick 'How's that for a piece of art?' and I swear, her eyes close and her knees just gave away and the chick folds together on the floor and all. It's the only fun thing I can remember from that night, 'cause with me hittin' Des Voeux and all I could say goodbye and farewell to your fair Spanish ladies to my place to stay. To me, it was going back to livin' on the streets and that is where I've been lately, in case you were wondering where the fuck I was. I know I've been neglectin' this little blog of mine and all, but it's hard finding a computer and finding time to scribble down these words of little meaning when I should be outside tryin' to find a plate of food and a place to eat. So, I'll try to come back to ya as soon as I can and don't try to make a big fuzz 'bout the fucking typo's in this message 'cause I can hardly type with this fingers o'mine. Don't know if ya noticed, but the wind outside'll make your face bright blue much quicker than a Cambodian hooker can. And they are quick.