Grandpa

My grandparents are visiting. They traveled by ferry over an ocean from a little country more south than mine, but yet not that south, the Netherlands. They arrived the other day, worn out from the long and shaky night spent on German ferry. They told me, they hadn't slept at all, that the food was crap and they didn’t even win anything on the slot machines. My grandparents are old but not too old, they have just reach the high peek where complaining is a vivid part of daily life. My grandfather brought his own potatoes from home. Look at this he said, this is quality, he took one chubby potato in his wrinkly hand and smiled. They don't make them like this anywhere else. The Dutch potato is the best and that’s that. He told me that he even brought a sac with him, when traveling to Canada some years ago. Staying away
from home, for more than a week needs a certain amount of secured potatoes. For the Canada trip he stuffed a potato in every empty space, counting pockets and hand luggage. When asking what the customs must have said, spotting all those potatoes everywhere, he answers with a smug face... they didn’t say anything…they understood..

When going to a restaurant with my grandfather his little peculiarities can be a problem. He often wrinkles his nose to all dishes put in front of him, shaking his head, looking disappointed. He simply doesn’t understand why he can't bring his own got damn potatoes to the restaurant. Growing up in a village with only 115people, life outside the village borders gets to him as somewhat strange and sci-fi. Like paying for stuff... when the situation occur he just shakes his head in a no- comprende style, holding out his hands, looking surprised. The best thing about the old man though is the way he giggles, he huffs, puffs and snorts like a volcano ready to burst, shaking in his hole body finally letting it out in one long, spasmodic, hysterical giggle. ..

Midsummer

Me and katarina celebrating the strange pagan ritual called midsummer feest.

We where pretty drunk when this picture was taken as i should never have done that odd face otherwise..no..hell no..But katta looks great though like a little cupcake.

Göteborg in my hart

As i was walking through the great park yesterday it came to me...I'm so in love with this town!
You know it was one of this nice pre-summer evenings, 25 degrees, bare legs and the park all covered with thick barbecue fog. People toasting their rosé wine together, so hard and so enthusiastic that all you could hear, passing by was one big but yet so tender, klirrrr. So as i walked with my shiny black bike i thought about how much I've missed this. Even the mosquito's seemed as a romantic side kicker. Then later that night as we where sitting at the bar, sipping our beer, Tomas my friend got a mosquito bite, right on the lip. He now looks like he is harelipped.

working late

im sitting at my new job working late, its almost 22 and i've to hang around here for another hour..it kind of nice though, the tv is running in the background, CSI new york, which is, btw nothing compared to CSI Las Vegas...People look so dressed up in the new york version, all shiny and combed....hmm...well thats that.....

Van Morrison days

If you have ever heard the song, brighter side of the road, by Van (the man) Morrison..you know what I'm talking about when i refer to a Van Morrison day...i mean look at him, its great...The brighter side of the road type of days are coming to town...The sun is shining, dogs are running in the green grass, people kissing in public, a little butterfly is clapping his wings, birds are feeding each other...someone is walking, carrying a watermelon...oops he dropped it, and starts to laugh, the baker with fresh baked bread, the butcher with a big smile cleaning his knifes, the bees making honey, the man who carries flowers hurrying home to his pregnant wife, someone starts to dribble a ball and now the hole street gets engaged...phu...
yes..spring cant come soon enough
peace out

psssst...ey waaaazzzzup.. he whispered as i past him by..
do you wanna buy something..i got it all lady..name your flavour, name your pick...and I'm your man...
I got chocked here was clearly one of those gangster dogs that you sometimes read about. Apparently they hang around certain spots downtown, looking all cute, pretending to be mans best friend..but no no they are just out there for the moneey, trying to suck good people like me down that slippery road of crime and abuse..
aaa.a a...mr..i said waving my finger at his nose..who are you kidding i know your type..I'm not buying anytheeng from youuu...who do you think you r fooling with your expensive accessories and puppy eyes..not me at least..i can tell you so much...you burn in hell now.....

Hahaha i laughed as i continued my walk...
i certainly showed that little ghetto bastard where to put it...

non-smoking

Yesterday just as i was about to fall a sleep, i got clear awake...after taking care of that annoying itch on my left pinkie toe...i said to myself..tomorrow, tomorrow will be the day when you try to quiet smoking...i heard a silent fanfar and fell asleep...so when i woke up this morning i did my usual morning routine, cold water on my face, coffee and a cigarette..just as i was about to lit that lovely stick of loveliness i remembered..wait a minute..wasn't i suppose to do something today..well..i smoked the cigarette anyway, thinking that maybe this will be my last one for a while.. tried to get all dramatic about it, pushing hard for those tears, but it didn't happen, it was clear that my mind didn't believe a shit of my vision last night...but i went downtown without taking any cigarettes with me..and i must say it went fine, for a while...around two a clock i forced one of those nasty chewing gums in my mouth...and around four a clock i had forgotten that the chewing gum was nasty and took another one...at six a clock i was ready to call it a day, my eyes actually got all teary and i ran home, like a horse going wild, i galloped all the way...
But I'm happy with this big step today, so far only 2 cigarettes..i think that calls for a celebration..I'm gonna make every day a joyride from now on..but..yes there is a but..if i smoke more than five cigarettes, the celebration is cancelled and i will have to punish myself with long hours of winter sports on television.