OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix... A Day in the Life.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... A DAY in the LIFE.


No morning BLOW JOBS, NO bacon and Eggs....

Let me START again.


It-s always incredulous, in RUGBY, when in SCRAMBLE U make a TRY, SCORE a goal, your first, and quite unexpected, U R the RUGGER DUDE, IL CAPO, never fails to swirl in Life-s sub-conscious and sustains your inner confidence for the rest of your life!
Maybe it-s an English thing!

IN SICILY, the town OF Ribera, RIBERA....tattooed Costas, my buddy, from RUMANIA, sucking on Grillos, Siciliano Vino Biancos, was proposition with his GAL on a Café Terrazzo by TWO Bravos... Give UP 30 Euros!
Why 30....
Fuck off! Fight ensued. Problem WAS Carlos is from ANOTHER dynamic. I KNOW. He pounds the two Bravoes, they run OFF, come back with TWENTY MORE!
Restaurant, Cafe People ENSURE Carlos and his GAL get on a bus out of town....to SCIACCA, where I live. WORD HAS IT, Scumbags of Ribera Bravoes are actively seeking Carlos here in Sciacca. A Siciliano Juvenile vendetta.
Carlos, Milano University Student, on VACATION with his GAL for 2 weeks, is presently HOLED UP on my Terrazzo. Sleeping bag. Puppy dog. Girlfriend who shows UP now and then. Tutte bene!
Heading back to MILANO on the 10th.  His Birthday!
Stuff like this...he-s 21...happens all around the World every day!.... I must be losing touch.


NO morning Croissants, no Cannelloni!! Afternoons!

CRASHING with Vague-connects up in Humbolt County, |North-Redwoods California, odd-folks, Hippies, GUYS BUILDING THEIR LOGWOOD CABINS, clearing Cabin space yet worried bout the Environment... In the AFTERNOON of my LIFE, how come I tolerated, or enjoined....a Story of the ROAD, Guilty as charged. HAPPY TRAILS was a common Wood inscribed sign, of a Redwood Ranchero. 500 dead Redwood trees without a voice.

I was ALWAYS hitch hiking UP and down HIGHWAY ONE, California, like an Automaton in the benevolent clasp of Samaritans, ...purveying Songs and Words, the CRUX and the GUTS, pot-boiling, I still yet had to understand. To THIS day. The idiosyncrasy, the inner ORGASM of THOUGHT, yet to spew its GUTS, worthy of, worthy of Anything!
A death in the Afternoon, pictorialized by a Hemmingwayan bullfight would have been too YOU! Die of thirst in the heat. Freeze to death in the Cold, cold, Cold.... I knew these things.

BLOOD COFFEE, some place in Oakland. A THEATRE. They wouldn't give me a FREE cup. Pissed off I stormed down to the San Francisco bay with ONE EYE on the SKY... Full moon.....I only had a Quarter, 25 cents, So I wrote the Song, SOMEONE SLIPPED A QUARTER OVER YOUR MOON.

Someone slipped a quarter
over ya Moon.
Someone said, I love U
way to soon,
highways LONG
an its a lonely ride
yet the stars
are as bright as bright
someone slipped a quarter
over your moon.

And Oh how, my heart wails
Full Moon never seems to fail,
came over here on a Wagon Train
strange how things...stay the same.

Someone slipped a Quarter
over ya moon.
someone said
I love U way to soon

The highways long
and its a lonely ride
don't despair, baby
I-m by your side,
some slipped a quarter
over your moon..... Someone
slipped a quarter
over your moon.....



c.2018, dave Delacroix, Sciacca, sicily. A day in the Life of Dave Delacroix. Age 63.