in this thread we tell the tale about the crucial moments we had pivotal realizations about the situation and how it would change drastically very soon.
first time i was going to go pick up yay in amsterdam, on my own, as it were, my flatmate had hooked me up with a number. the number to a dude we will refer to as abdallah, or abs as we might have referred to him. or not. so i called abs i said hey man im the flatmate of so-and-so and could you swing by somewhere close to here tonight that would be great. he said yes, he would meet me down the parking lot by the square down by the arches. in a white car, to be specific. cool, great, cheers i said, and skipped merrily on down to the parking lot. what i hadnt thought of was that it is a fairly large parking lot, and the amount of white cars was not small either. so im running around like a ferret on pcp looking into every damn white car i can see for like half an hour and im freaking out cos i started to fear that i was failing. but, fortunately i see a white car with a guy in it, reading a map. so i look inside, he looks back. i nod, he nods. and he gestures, come on in. so i jump on in. he goes okay man heeey chow are yoo (middle eastern dialect), to which i reply good, good, so yeah whats... up? and he goes yeah yeah you know whats up with you?
right about then my phone rings, i excuse myself and pick up, and its my dealer asking where i am.
at that moment i knew, things were about to change very drastiaclly very soon.
so i was with this chick at a weekend getaway in some other godforsaken city. i think i mentioned her before. the dancer chick from new york city dance academy, you see, she was rather old. 38 at the time.
so we mess around for a couple of days together, just in bed, drinking wine, fucking, listening to indian music and talking about stuff. and your mind can sometimes be deceived, actively, by itself. it can convince itself everything is sweet, and this could, in fact, work. so were frolicking, messing around, and since she was not only a dancer, but also shit-old, i remebered the vouge, the dance madonna invented and pioneered around 1991. it was huge, even though noone i knew knew how to do it, it was huge. so just on the subject of nothing in particular i ask if she knows the vouge! i love a good vouge, me. to which she proudly nods and replies with a faint macarena. and that was the moment i knew things were about to change drastically, very very soon.
even though your mind can be deceived for pretty long periods at a time, this is when my brain went in sage mode, sat myself down and said 'now son, you know what this means. dont you. we have to bail, and when the opportunity is given, i dont want no hesitation or second guessing or nothing from you, i want you to do that thing that you do so well and jet'.
now you go.