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This is little old me, a selfie with automatic-click camera feature I experimented a lot with taking self portrait, at that time in Life I was far to vain
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Café Frequenters episode 157
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Jimmy was, back, it was so weird, he was back in the very same pub, decades later, still nothing had changed, the metal-heads was still listening to machine-gun drums drumming away like smattering ammo...
between the wild smattering there was one or two dark-metal ballads...
...the people that Jimmy recall from the past had become older, some had grey hair, some had died their graying beards, but new spawnlings had sprouted from the ground, perhaps the just hatched and liked to be around the older people who where once their idols...
Jimmy Was looking for his old friend the Finnish puff...
His best friend, he wondered where he would be now, what he was doing?
...then Jimmy recalled last time he had been here...
...He almost had a fit, when he remembered that the Daemon walked in here and he recalled how he panicked then and ran in to the toilet...
...Jimmy digitally commanded an injection of southing barbiturates ....
...ah nice he could relax...
Now when jimmy could use his mind for other than fear, he recalled how a day in the past would feel after working with all those dry papers at work, only zipping some small glass of whiskey to keep calm, then at midnight make the short walk to the pub, when he opened the door, a dampness would reach his face a mix of fumes from sweat, perfume and smoke from different types of tobacco...
...sometimes the smoke would hurt his eyes, but that was a pleasant pain...
...his ears would get a treat to...
Hearing all those voices trying to communicate through the thick engulfing fog of noise and grinding drums and guitars...
Then it would be the eyes turn...
or at the very least as soon as his eyes got use to the darkness...
Then he would see, vixen girls kissing each others while frustrated guys watched them as a play at the theater, he would see people all the sudden spasm and then make a small fountain of puke reaching the black wooden floor...
He would see drunks getting help to poor their first shot down their system by friends since their hand were shaky and unprehensile lumps of flesh...
...ah those where the days...
He remembered the Iranian Punk-girl that always would stand and dance at one of the tables...
...He remembered the chatting and gossiping in the snake-like cue towards the facilities...
...all the couples eating away at each others face, and exploring each others with their tongues, those who no longer needed to pee since hormones bypassed their system of priority of acute needs...
He said loudly to himself, Those where the days Jimmy!
...and for that I am gonna drink...
...so he went up to the Turkish bar maid and ordered a bira and a whiskey in Turkish!
he relaxed and thought!
I am home again!
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Hello Quira long time no see!
How is it being a mum? I guess that you are a wonderful mum... behind your punky olden day exterior you were always a loving individual...
...call me when you are down south!
...here is the next episode from my novel attached, you might feel at home when reading it...
Take care old friend!
/ Johnny
