Haow Yah Goin

A kind old black woman from Capetown South Africa I met this morning. Was on the way to my brothers when she introduced herself by smashing into the rear of my car. Crazy fux often brake hard and cause these things to happen. Always in a rush. So anyway I instinctivly looked back after braking hard and saw this poor old woman trying her best to stop but her crap car skidded and transformed into an accordian after slamming into the tank that is mine. I cant say I care much but I prob would had I been liable. It sucks to think tho that some dick 10 cars up hassled me and this nearly dead old chic and got away scott free.

They Call Me The Wanderer

Im the type of guy that likes to roam around. Wandering around around around in this city is a damn good time. So much to do and see. Endless opportunites of any and every sort. Whatever you want, we got it. Moping around at rice and riches on Spring St in the village. Taking in all the village folks with their piercings and mohawks. Hopping over this homeless person, giving false directions to that asian tourist. Drivin round and watching the psycho cabs tryin to get thru. Not taking anything seriously. Getting pissed at the classy Hudson hotels Library room further uptown with their rosie looking patrons floating round all just there to amuse me like extras in a movie scene. Good fucking times in ma home town, NYC. Just chillin and wandering.

Good Times

My mate has come from Aussie and we are having a great time prancing around. In a stupor we stumble into the finest eateries this city has to offer. It began at Sea in Williamsburg. There the crispy duck is to die for. After that we shot off to another part of brooklyn where Embers steakhouse waited for us. A kilogram of beef splattered on our table in steak form. A true treat it was. Then we were off to Mcsorleys, the oldest pub in NYC. The beer goes down like water and the drunkedness slowly creeps up on you. A great day it was showing my mate around and looking after him as he has done for me when I was his guest. In a way, Saul is extending my trip and with him I get to do things my friends simply wouldnt. Like sit calmy in a Brookyln cafe and just chat bout the contrast between our lands.

Borrring

Hmm, this blogging stuff would be funner if I were in Africa or India. What shall I report on now. I cant wtite about NYC cos nothing surprises me. I know this city is considered finer than any other but being from here it doesnt seem so from my perspective. I sometimes wish I was a foreigner just visitng so that I can make a proper assesment. If I made one now it would'nt be good but also not fair cos I returned from some of the nicest places on earth. Im sorta torn and just dont know whether I love it or hate it.

Here I Share The Intro To A Book. I Write.

By right clicking my mouse and opening a new text file I begin to write this book. Never wrote one before but I've been convinced by friends that our story should be told. I am an avid blogger and will be taking a break from that to share with you what it is like to grow up in Brooklyn pre Giuliani. Hurling frozen eggs on Halloween at cop cars from apartment building roofs. Blowing up mail boxes and pay phones on the 4th of july with quarter sticks of dynamite. Ya know, good fucking times. Like throwing a hoody over your head and graffiti bombing the 42nd street train tracks at 4 in the morning. All of the those things that seemed worth doing so that we can later tell our kids about. I wanted to write about this stuff earlier in my life but I felt I lacked the knowledge necessary to author a book. Also I was scared of the repercussions. I just now returned after backpacking for 6 months around New Zealand and Australia. I"ve seen much of the world before this trip but only now can say I have a good grip on the difference between growing up in Bklyn and growing up anywhere else in the world. Here, im gonna give it to you straight. Many trials and tribulations but of a different sort. Trying not to get slashed in the face by gangs or having to fight so as to save face. I will share with you the adventures that one goes thru when trying to be a part of their community in Brooklyn NY. The types of friends you make and the reasons we stick together. Great friends I've had that died. Awesome characters, stories of whom would go untold if it weren't for this book. Going from wearing 20" wide raver jeans and writing graffiti to wearing fancy Prada suits and writing Wall St bonds. Not only will I fill you in on a story about youths trying to survive in the city, trying to make a name for themselves, but also about the retardation of American society as I see it from an international perspective. I mean WTF? What happened to enjoying life and loving thy neighbor? These days its about working like a horse and competing with your neighbor over who has the more expensive car. Does this really bring happiness? Not long ago I was on the 34th street Q train platform when I noticed a cute young girl standing next to me. She looked at the approaching train and then at me before throwing herself in front of it. She was an NYU student and was fed up with the world. I will write here about those things that push people to do this. About the parents that are too preoccupied with their careers to care for their own children. Many of whom are stuck with only the love they get from their friends on the street. About the twisted ways that we all live. Whether on 5th ave or East 5th street. Imagine you are seeing the world as it currently is thru the eyes of a pure soul that has just landed here. Making observations. Imagine how disappointing it would be. Im not the type of guy that will try to impress you with fancy words or accomplishments I might have made. This book is as Brooklyn as can be. You'll find no bullshit in these here pages.

NYC VS Beethovens Moonlight Sonata

Imagine the noise, the rush, the insanity that is NY. Picture the subway cars screeching in and out, the rats making way and the smelly degenerates leaning on you wen u ride them. Think about how some literally pull their hair out of their heads like madmen in insane asylums because of all this stress. People honking and cursing to no end. Everyone bumping, shoving and scurrying to the next place. Then play the song above and understand why it is I moved upstate wen I did. After growing up in a city with high rise buildings, nutcases and so many cultures and styles spit at you at once it was the most refreshing thing to do. How does a creative soul create when he is drowning in material. Only able to take short gasps and trying with that to stay sane. Yeah the city and its craziness is cool and I miss it wen im not around but I'll repeat what Ive always thought. This city is a place to come and visit not one in which to live. Its just not healthy here. Because of the pressures put onto them people are angry and most are in a hurry. Alot of them cant find work and they are bitter. Alot of people work and are still bitter because they dont have the things that gleam and think that if they walk or drive really fast they will. I dont know why I expect everything to be clean, calm and perfect but it started before this last trip. Hmm I hope im not becoming negative... I just wish i can brainwash and move everyone I love upstate with me. So melancholly and calm. Like living in Beethovens moonlight sonata everyday.

Big Blue VS Gang Green NY Giants VS NY Jets

Cheeahs

People here seem very typical and most are just financially motivated. Its only natural but here its at an extreme and its ugly. Everyone has chosen a certain skin to wear and they play their roles well. I have yet to choose one and I hope that I never do. Just the other day a friend told me he will get the new range rover because it will make him feel better about himself. Many probably dont take me seriously now because I havent what they think makes a person important. No worries, this allows for excellent observation. My posts will remain short these days cos Im not impressed by much. Anyway, if it seems I'm unhappy let me say that thats not the case. I love my city. Im very mellow and relaxed these days and im in no rush to do anything. This is not typical of me and I like it. Dan and I entertained our bellies with the finest duck in China Town. The Peking Duckhouse On 28 Mott St. The best damn duck I ever had. This is a fine example of the treasures you can find in NYC. I want to say to my cousin and his mates that their cool dudes. You guys are smart bastards living in such fine a city. I highly appreciate the hospitality and the warmth with which you welcomed me. Many thanks.

NYC

Fitting back into the lifestyle here wont be all that tough. Mercedes BMWs and Cadillacs are all my friends drive around in. All working hard. Alot of people in NY look so very burned out and lifeless. Raggedy, walking around like they were just run over by a bus. Diversity at its extreme. Rosie english aristorcrats and grimey mexican alley rats. Mostly, there is no stlye. Generics that run around copying eachother to no end. I have yet to wake with an appetite. Dont know wut to contribute this to but its true. Im never tired and feel like the day had just began when it strikes midnight. No one here knows the defintion of compliant and no one person wears a helmet wen they bike. Heathens!

The Current

So Im back home and I must say, good friends I have. Cant say much more except that its terribly hot and humid out. My friends have been showing me a good time and Im appreciating it cos hard work lies right around the corner. Been out and about. I've got to say that this city that everyone wants to visit, that everyone has heard of, is my fucking playground.

Aussie Slang

I am now in Los angeles. Landed here after taking a flight from Aussie to new Zealand. I drove my unregistered car to the airport in aussie and left it in the short term parking. I flew over to NZ where the main loong flight awaited me. I took a sedative my cousin gave me and it knocked me out. 11 hours passed and the whole time I slept. The last flight is now boarding from LAX to JFK. Danman is scooping me with a j ready rolled. I just called him to confirm he is scooping me and he informed that my sis gave birth. This werks out very well and im glad ill be home for the bris. So, just some aussie things ill type here b4 i 4get them. A chick is a "sheila". Someone got wut they deserved "fair dinkum" Bloody oath or bloody hell is said wen somethings unbelieveble. No worries and cheers we all know. They cut stuf short and say see you in the arvo (meaning afternoon) Pack of smokes is a deck. Sweet as instead of sweet. And the last I shall use to represent the time I had in Australia. Fully Sick!

Duudes Im Coming Home

Its been a long and very eventful time this past 6 months. But, like all good things it has come to an end. I shall land in NYC saturday night. At 12 midnight. Dans coming to scoop me and he better not be late ya hear ya silly bastard. Anyway, im stoked to come home... Lots to share.

Married On Brighton Beach

I've kinda been scared to get pulled over since it never has been a pleasurable experience. And so when the lights flashed behind me and the woop woop that comes along hit me I began to worry. Was on my way bak from johnies cos he just got bak from overseas and we had a few. Also had a lil bud in my pocket. Hmm I shud hide under the seat im thinking. The officer comes up and asks for my license. here ya go. Do u know this car is unregistered sir? why no it was given to me for a week by a backpacker who is currently in Bali. HOw long are you here in Australia. I thought 1 month owuld sound good and thats wut I sed. They went bak to their car with a backward frontfacing walk as if suspicous of me. Wouldnt be surptised if they thought I was a crazy serual killer from the boondocks with these crazy horns Im sporting. They went and did ther checking. All the while I am shitting bricks wondering wut im in for. In a foreign land. The officer came back and sed Under these special circumstances Im not giving u a ticket (special circumstances meaning he cant do shit cos my nys drivers licence) but u have to park the car on the side and find another way home. He seemed so cheery and I was so relieved but at the same time tired. Since the wind was blowing in my direction I asked if i can drive it home. "YEEA NO WORRIES" I fucking love this place. So 2 days ago my mates yaniv and sophie got married. It was an amzing day. 6 of us not counting the midget that came to marry them chilling by the brighton beach shore. Then we took off in a limo to the Stokehouse. An upper class eatery in St Kilda. The day turned out to be an excellent one on which to get married and will be one to remember.

Diamonds

The Daily Current

I mark a new day by putting on a fresh T shirt. I am doing some guerilla internet marketing work for a friend of my cousins who has a steakhouse in the center of the city. I jump into the passenger side of my car, find my steering wheel there and using it I drive into the city, park it illegally, jump on my board and go to werk like the rest of the city sheep in the mng. Its a bit diferent tho. What im doing for the owner of this restaurant is what I do best. I like to go up to the office, take off my jacket and get to work. Nowadays my belly remains filled with steak. I had the meal b4 the fast at Sauls (the steak joint owner) and then came back to this house to reflect. The day of the kippur fast passed quickly but one thing I noticed is that things move alot slower and this allows for excellent reflection. Being that ur taken bak to "just basics" everything manmade and technological you are detached of. Roaming around like a cave man sent to the future. Yairs been making a fuss bout the $200 he owes me for the motorcycle I sold him and I'd very much love to slap him. Ofcoarse I cant slap him being in Aussie. So prim and proper everyone is I'd be treated like I just raped the Prime Ministers daughter. Having slapped a few people whilst growing up in NY I can seriously say this is not a place you want to go around flagrantly slapping anybody. Anyway hes due to pay today after putting it off for a while. Silly Israeli knos better. I must say that I truly do miss NYC. What I miss is the litter and the filthy people. Pissed off and insane degenerates that cant ever fathom saying no worries mate.

Yair

Ali Farka.. He Wasnt Pretty But His Music Was Awesome

At Work Today With A Thingamabob

A Friend With Weed Is A Friend Indeed

Nursing a toothache means getting viked off ma face and that is exactly where I am right now. Off my face. Dont member how i got here but i am. I think it started with a visit to the chemist. ya ya the chemist. There i got ma fix and my toothache disapeared but along with it went my sanity. tsall good. Dont really need it right now. Im painting a masterpiece named the gilly of the rose. Ya ,it will be superb. The met and the louvre will be begging for the gilly of the rose. The werkings of my mind sometimes scares me. Dont get it really. I fear I'll never get on to well with any one person. Been lone for a while. Whatevers in my head has been mashed like potatoes. My head is hollow. I empty it often in order to think clearly but with wut. Austria Australia what the fucks the diference right bush? This ferry faggot John Howard has been PM here for too long I think. 11 years and no one has shot him yet. Try pulling that shit in the US ya silly old bastard. My friend Yanivs a friend indeed. Always rolls one for each of us. Not looking forward to this fast. Empty belly doesnt fancy me much. I like it wen its filled with panadeine codeine or any other damn deine that fluffs me up like a wicked cloud on a stormy day. Oh, sanity, there you are. Think you can hide under the couch huh? Why do you run from me? Come back!

Sunset On The Mornington Peninsula

Corleone In Cathedral Square Cristchurch NZ