Part 46: Portraits from a Smokey Room.... (5 Easy Pieces!) continued, "apres ski schlanger!"....sorta-kind`a.
(4)...Rasputin, suitably tardy-street chic, aging, and who now sits, uninvited, across the table from me...like a behemoth (spell?) anaconda, uncomfortably coiled...yet in every way...poised to crush or swallow me whole.
Pity...he doesnt know me.
At some point...his reptilian nature comprehends that he may have met his match, and will, for the next tiresome 15 minutes, regale me with stories about the Achilles heel of everyone in this bar, within or outside, of earshot.
"HE (pointing to some Acqualung-Jethro Tull type) was the WORST drunk!"
-adding; "Now clean."
"SHE (some blonde faded Violet) has done EVERYBODY!..."
"THAT guy`s kid killed himself."
"The idiot he`s sitting with is a FAGGOT....but doesn`t know it!...?"
"SHE (some other banshee, sitting nearby) is a TWICE failed suicide!... A complete idiot!"
Then after a lengthy pause: "So what`s your passion?" (Poison?)
It may be mentioned that this Rasputin (the dope dealer) had infact previously "laid on me", and quite unsolicited, a decent size chunk of "Mary-Jane"...in its Arabic form: hashish. And having passed out "free samples" (like any good salesman) was looking to reap his seedling`s harvest...but NOT being a "stoner" - I always give it to pals - ergo, HE (Rasputin), was on, er...stoney ground.
(he was) A moustachioed, sporting fella, despite his aura of faded grandeur (cough-cough!) but he, nevertheless, did resort to trying to entice me into drinking buckets of bad Tequila (a last ditch-minute business plan?) whereby I would (get stoned?...and...) enter into his corporate Dope commerce.
lol....Further promises of a Crash Pad (for later/I`m presently homeless), loads of free beer...and the possibility of - showing up - a couple of loose broads...alas for HIM...fail to sway me from my - "I don`t give a shit!" - determined course.
I might add... that like a Hollywood "Talent" Agent...he also HAS/D a talent for looking perpetually disturbed/in need of a (No.2) bathroom break!
...&...To complete this evil, sad-saps portrait?... He may as well as move on to a St. Petersburg`s Czar Nicholas & Alexandria social scenario/and get righteously MURDERED...for choking unabashedly on my beer - in mirth - he can make positively NO headway...with Delacroix!
(5)...Lastly, and sadly, in this "smokey gallery" of living-twilight portraits, there`s the unfortunate Lovers: He`s an idiot (AC/DC as opposed to, er...Beethoven`s whatever)....
Authors note: yet again...I must consult my hand written notes....as after my late morning libations, my good friend Jutta & I have plans for at least 2 more bottles of CHATEAU HAPPY & feel it unworthy of ME and DIS-HONORABLE to my fans to presently continue without further study of said handwritten notes: ergo:
c 2011. our man in europe/dave delacroix/Mönchen-Gladbach/march/somewhere in Germany
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