FUNNYACCENT

Look Without Money

During  a session with my newest client a couple of days ago he casually mentioned robbing  and stealing he used to to to feed his addictive. He has experimented all kinds of drugs since he was 9 years old. His boyish, freckled face, crew cut red hair and green eyes looks way younger than 23 years old.

 He smoked marijuana before he learned to smoke cigarettes.  He stole the cash and marijuana from his mother when she and her boyfriend were in a shower. A few days later he would steal some cash and marijuana from her mother's boyfriend.

He made sure his mother and the boy friend saw him leaving the apartment before both of them went into a bathroom. Once they were in the bathroom he would return to his mother's apartment, stole the cash the weed  and left again before they came out of the bathroom.

"How did you know when to return to your mother's apartment?"

"I knew it. It was a pattern, Every time after they had sex, they smoke weed, before they had a shower together."

Robbing and stealing were fun too, he said

Tell me more about it.

You cannot simply rob or steal from people. You got to study them. If  I were really desperate to get the fix I would steal. If I were not, I would rob.

Do you mean you watch them for a couple of days before you rob them? Were they men and women? Young and old?

I never robbed older people. I swear.

If you saw me walked down the street, would you rob me?

You mean if I didn't know you?

Hm..hmm..

I wouldn't rob you.

Why?

Because you don't look like you have a lot of money.

I was sipping my coffee when he said it. I almost sprayed my coffee.

You got that right.

You don't look like a person who carry a lot of cash. You must have a bank card with you, which won't do any good to me. Girls carry fancy pocket book and wear fancy shoes always carry a lot of money.

Really?

Yep.

So, what were your victims like? Who were they?

Immigrants mostly. Illegal immigrants. They got paid every Friday.

And they won't go to the police. But they have families back in their countries. They worked hard for their money, you know that.

I know that. I wouldn't do now. I would never had done it when I could think straight. But when I needed my fix, I didn't care.

Do you think you will do it again?

I don't know. I don't want to think about it, not yet. But now I have to maintain my sobriety.

 

 

Past & Present

RT asked me where would I like to go for my birthday dinner? I was craving for Vietnamese food, so we circled Chinatown on Saturday night for about 30 minutes looking for a parking spot.

"I know a nice Vietnamese Restaurant in Brookline,"  said RT as he turned onto Washington Street for the fourth time.

"Let's go then, I'm starving."

Pho Lemongrass was packed but we were seated within 15 minutes we walked through the door.

 

After the dinner we walked up to Finale for a dessert. I had a cheesecake without  crust. Delicious.

52

Happy birthday to me. I am 52 years old today.

   

 

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Nosa, me and Cheryl in a community room.

    

me, Eddie and Cheryl

Weekend

Despite a beautiful weather I spent most of my Saturday afternoon until early evening at Copley Public Library. When I left the gym, the glorious sun was up in the sky, smiling and all that. I wanted to walk from Downtown to the Copley, but I know myself well.

So, I boarded the B Green Line at Park Street and got off at Copley Stop. I was so hungry ( I didn't have my breakfast except a cup of coffee in the morning) and two bottles of water during the workout), I ate the yogurt I carried in my backpack on the train (I always carry plastic spoon and fork). I was still hungry when I got off the train.

I found myself a strategic spot outside the library, took out sliced granny smith apple I slathered with almond nut from my backpack, and that was my lunch.

I spent another 15 minutes on the third floor of the library looking for a single desk facing Boylston Street. I found the desk that I was looking for, but the person before me who sat there left a mountain of hardcovers.

While I was organising the books in one pile I noticed all the pictures and titles of 13 books were on the same subject: Audrey Hepburn.

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It seems ages since the last time Ginny and I went out for our Sunday morning walk. Bad weather, bad knee, cold, fever, sick and all the crap we get during the winter .

Last week we walked to Castle Island but it was too cold as we got near the water. This week we walked around Boston Garden. A few weeks ago I stood on the frozen pond and this week the pond was drained.

I was surprised because all these times I thought the pond was deep. It wasn't. As deep as duck's chest they said in Malay proverb.

Ginny parked her car on Newbury Street, so on the way back to the car we stopped at Sabon store.

I'm a sucker for beautiful and aromatic hand cut soaps. I spen a very small portion of my tax return to get myself a bar of sandalwood soaps and lemongrass scrub.

Sabon is Hebrew word for soap and the Malays say sabun. Interesting, eh?

 

I like to have one of this in my kitchen..........  you don't need your hands to turn on the faucet.

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I apologize for not able to respond to the comments on my previous entries. I have to figure it out to get rid of those messages: a runtime error keeps popping up everytime I type a letter. Annoying.