Yesterday I drove down to the ElJoan and finally did some serious swimming in the sea. The current was pretty strong so I didn't chance it too much, besides I was with Mike (McKinney) and the old man has a very bad knee. So bad in fact that he will have reconstructive surgery in January. In the water we just talked shit and Mike was telling me about his fights in school when he was still a young bully and his bad knee still appeared to be a good one – not to mention other parts of his aging body. Looking at his size I didn’t think about questioning any of what he said and we discussed various parts of L.A. where both of us used to be when time was still young and so were we…
On the sand I found a Murex Poppei, one of those fancy looking shells that make little Hilary Swank look like a shabby old maid, resembling nothing else to me but the nude female body – well, so nude that one may see nothing but bones. Just bones, indeed. In the past, I did find a few flawless ones, now the proud property of Orlando, back at home, in Hungary.
Robert was overwhelmed by our site and gave me my presents he bought me during his vacation on Mykonos. I still can’t believe that he didn’t only buy me one of those rare “designer” olive oil bottles that are not only the product of organic farming but extra-extra virgins as well due to the first cold press process of their production and probably cost an arm and a leg. He also bought me a nice Greek shirt that also didn’t seem to be the cheap kind. Good old Robert, bless his heart - despite all the heartache he gave me at the beginning of my “carrier” at KNB - is one of the most faithful and honest friends I’ve got since my arrival here in Kuwait and believe me, I don’t have too many…
