Salsa to top it off.
Crossed some lines today. Jib lines mainly. They are called jib sheets. Salsa evening. I miss living in Fort Lauderdale on days like this.
– Where are you from?
– Warsaw.
– Were is it?
– You sail east from Puerto Rico.
Crossing lines part II
World is getting weirder around me. I am a lone customer at Subway.
A black girl comes in. She has only one dollar in her black hand.
She wants to buy one slice of tomato and two slices of cheese.
I have never heard of such a sandwich. Indians don’t want her in a store. I am eating my huge salad with turkey.
I will not give her my big salad with turkey (not double turkey).
They still want her out of the store and she still wants two slices of cheese and one slice of tomato for one dollar. They argue.
I stand up and walk up to the counter and Indians.
-I will pay for her sandwich.
They are confused.
I turn to her:
– Which sandwich do you want, it is on me.
– I don’t want a sandwich, I want two slices of cheese and one slice of tomato.
I turn to Indians. Please, let me have what she wants, two slices of cheese
– which one, baby?
– American.
two slices of American cheese and a slice of tomato.
I will pay.
They stare at me some more but
get her two slices of cheese and one slice of tomato on a salad plate.
– How much?
– Two dollars they say.
The black girl rushes to give me her one dollar, I add one more.
– For here or to go?
The girl says to go.
And there she goes happy. Says – thanks.
Indians are staring at me for the rest of my meal. I am a lone customer. I have crossed some line again, this time Indian.
Personal lines/ public lines
Book is going slow but I am writing it in English.
My thoughts are in Polish. Joseph Conrad had similar advantage to
Dostoievsky. Dostojevsky?
It should be written Dostojewski. It comes from a Polish word : Dostojny – Dignified.
Dostojewski had a girl friend who was writing down everything for him and corrected the text.
Some believe she was more important than the writer himself to create Crime and Punishment for example.
Joseph Conrad had an English wife.
But on his birthday she would put a Polish flag for him on a dinner table.
Nice, good English woman she must have been.
I would prefer my wife in a tub filled with goat milk and red rose petals all over her body.
I would introduce rose petals to my tongue.
But wives are for losers.
The new plan is to finish the play first. It is about my first girl-friend in London who was a French Jewish girl from Paris.
You are similar in a way – you are open to other people. Rare gift of trusting people. Can be dangerous though. But this is what makes us more human unfortunately.
But again before I finish the play, I must finish the “Szmaciarz” (Rag-man). Second story I want to write.
The first one I have finished because of you: “Woman of closest dimension”. The Rag-man I have started because of you, woman, ( woman as in not a real person).
It is about gay love and why I didn’t beat up a guy, who later become the president of Poland. I used to beat really hard. I was trained pretty well in beating other men.
I should have. He crossed the line (real line, not some imaginary, “quzi” line for puppies).
I have crossed a lot of real lines in my life but always for good. Crossing lines is not for everyone. Of course it is better to be in a position of drawing them for the herd, watching the herd follow instructions.
But isn’t freedom and creating freedom beautiful?
I have never enslaved anybody.
You have reminded me what I am about.
I will be sailing on Sunday. It is the second thing that sets me free.
Sometimes I listen to music when I write. But Thievery Corporation. Like tonight.
—
12.47 am. Three hours of writing.
Enough. I go to sleep.
—
4.18 am Awaken by shots. Two different hand guns.
Fucking Humboldt Park neighbors. Happens every week. Just like Bucktown years ago. Only for pilgrims. Immigrants were the pilgrims, making millions along the way. Fighting gangs, rapists and corrupt Police and aldermen. Or working with them . Whatever moved he whole area into American sheep being able to walk in the parks or streets to their coffee shops popping up along with the drug dealers in bars. I had three making good life in mine. Prostitutes get better too.
You see – in the past they would be on Lake street and Ashalnd/Racine. Ghetto girls making ends meet close to projects where they lived. Owners of local businesses would have them in their warehouses. Dance. On tables.
If we ever talk again, I will tell you a lot of fascinating things. I will tell you the difference between people you can and can’t trust, about crossing the lines, staying alive but really I want to talk about the world and how to see it around.
Americans newcomers come later and have no clue where they are. They sit glued to eye-phones watching them.
Can’t sleep. I am rested enough. I would wake up at six otherwise. Tough week is ending early. Making money for the models and photographers.
I an going health club then. Just read what I wrote before sleep, very happy with it. Memories come back. It is better than I thought. Raining outside as I knew it would – Saturday.
That’s why I am sailing tomorrow, work today. I used my re-arranged emotional life for many things. Mentioned few before. I swim or work on punch bags. Hate monotony of machines or weights.
flavor
I sometimes wonder if Hamburgers get the idea
of loving someone with no sex
love of mature person of another mature person
for the feeling itself
they get gay marriage and gay adoption pretty well
rape them kids
gays (not official yet)
then
give them back to society well raped
conditioned
politicians are made
celebrities
others
Babylon way
a touch of satanic
underage flavor
here and there
cultural traits
of Baal
thus Queen of England
I trust
the herd loves you
children of orphanages in the colonies
and other slaves
you made
but sorry
I exclusively love
my Queen of USA
the purest love that blindly
I chose
to guide me
deal
working on two portals
writing the book
sticking to the plan
boats take too long around the world
houses get you grounded
look at them fat termites
parasites
all over this tree
chewing on green
one year
only if you love me
to be around
and only for one year
while Time
Act
Place
last
one hundred a month
to help others
every place we go
to fix distress of some
learn
and funny thing
I don’t need you anymore at this stage
I woke up
sister in arms
(OK, too much said already)
I return to thoughts that matter (work)
dust dream catcher
and don’t listen to fools
cross your lines
you can be everything
by being yourself
it is a gift
The prize for finding the phone
it can be rearranged in many different ways
like everything in life
thanks by the way
janitor story
Where do I get my tea today ?
Ipsento on Western?
or Bridgeport Coffee Company on Morgan?
they all suck but I will be passing by
(no parking)
these boutique coffee shops
too cheap to buy houses next door, demolish them and have parking
Ipsento has the same crowd as Sip
you can live with the newcomers if they don’t show the content of their Hamburger brains
introduction of Sushi to America
just like tea and coffee about 15/20 years ago is not helping much
they try at least to be civilized
I remember when I build these condos on Ashland and Irving park and put bidets in every master bath
this sophisticated girl with her sophisticated boyfriend show up,
She enters the bath:
– why did you put second toiled in the bathroom?
Her boyfriend turns red on his face.
but I am nice to Hamburgers, male and female.
– I don’t know, I will check with the plumber. He was Polish.
She was an executive in a well known company.
I would not be licking pussies in that company even if I were a janitor.
Anyway – I didn’t like construction
Interior design in Bucktown was fun, but only if I built the house
these newcomers don’t even know why it is called Bucktown
because if you lived your Italian immigrant life in Cabrini Green
(before Irish have decided to fuck up Italians with African Americans the democratic way)
this is where you needed to go to watch elks procreate and eat grass
National Geographic moments
so Italian Village is special to me – it is like a ghost town of refugees from Cabrini Green
not elk’s playground
but you can’t trust people there
Clown was there
others
there even is this guy who killed his partner
soldier in a mob
he loves coffee
stops by
You can’t trust people around here
if you asked me
ps
Starbucks spent 80 million dollars last year
on a campaign NOT TO LABEL GMOs in US.
STARBUCKS are my enemy.
Starbucks on Ogden and Grand would be so convenient.
I pass by all the time but Starbucks are traitors. 
Can’t buy from the enemy. Even if they have parking.
Some history of coffee houses. When Poles saved Vienna from the Turks in 1683, they got all the loot of Turkish camp.
Including sacks of coffee grains that Turkish soldiers used to get hyper before battles.
First Vienna coffee shop was opened by a Polish man and a spy (james Bond, but real), who claimed the bags.
Jerzy Franciszek Kulczycki.
But Americans are catching up fast. They drink coffee like horses and don’t understand you don’t drink coffee for nothing.
You drink coffee for a battle. That’s why I drank Earl Grey, didn’t I?
Earl – a Scandinavian word – is Jarl in Polish.
There is a book about my ancestor. His name was Jarl…The Something of Something. He had to fight Vikings for the King. They were pesky creatures.
They didn’t drink coffee before their battles. They were getting high on some plant whose name is hidden in an English word berserk. It comes from it.
But Danish Vikings had to ally with Poles to take London for Canute The Great. Danes were infantry, Poles were cavalry of the campaign. Germans took it from Danes at Hastings in 1066.
That’s why English is really a language of German peasants with a lot of French in it (added later) to make that language a little more usable.
So what I am saying is that there was a time in history when Slavic Vikings and Danish Vikings were doing extraordinary things together. Norwegian Vikings could only look at them with disbelief.
How great they worked together. Shakespeare, while writing Hamlet, was influenced by stories of these times. Hence Polonius and motive of Hamlet traveling to fight Poles. We had good days and bad days but there was definitely something rotten in the Kingdom of Denmark.
I am sure Holland was part of Netherlands at the time. And from Netherlands to Denmark is like from Washington State to Northern California ( my favorite US city is San Francisco in Summer but Kirkwood in winter doesn’t hurt). It is all good.
Mozart loved Vienna coffee houses.
:)
I will never develop any eight-flats or sixteen-flats for hipsters, semi-yuppies and general wanna-bees close to any coffee shop again because lines are getting too long. Period.
And these newcomers – look at them. Can’t trust them.
I will rather go gay and move to Belmont/Halsted.
No. I will go Lincoln Park close to Gold Coast.
God. But I ran from there.
OK. I will go back to Florida and smuggle cheap and bad American beer to the Bahamas with my tenant.
Coast Guard got better.
Yes.
Now I need some money. How do you make money?
Coffee shop?
Boring. I love anemia but not every day.
Restaurant?
Never ending work.
Development?
Dealing with morons in the City and immigrants. From Hell to Paradise. Too much.
Sex and boose?
Not really.
Bonds?
Gonna crash.
Gold, Silver?
I am not a Jew or Indian. If anything I am a Black Foot.
What to do? Bob, what to do?
Bob…relax. It is gonna come.
– But when I need it now. I got four models lined up and three photographers. They all look skinny, need to eat.
– Models are skinny because they want to be that way and photographers sniff coke. Coke metabolism.
– Really?
– Yes.
– Are you sure?
– Positive.
– But I wish Ashley (not a real person)was there too. I am doing it for her.
– She will understand later. Do you want anything from her?
– No.
– So why do you do it?
– I love when beautiful things shine for everyone. Everywhere.
– Then You are a Jew!
– Just a little. On my bad days.
– Write a book, Bob.
– OK. But I need my muse once a month to look at.
– Deal. I will see what the other side can do for you.
– Did I just sell my soul?
– No. But we will talk about it later. You already know too much.
– How about if I forget who is misunderstood 666.
– Come on, don’t be that cheap. You want her?
– No. Just as a muse for few months to look at. She is too young and too perfect.