Quote of the day:

“It’ll never be the same again, cos I’m on-point!”
(Ghostface ft. Amy Winehouse - You know I’m no good)

Now of course this ain’t new, stay on-point and know you’re in with the big boys/girls!

Theodore Ghostface gave the Clark Wallabee its street credibility and Amy… well she’s into shoes as well, having launched the term “fuck-me-pumps”, in Flanders commonly known as “fuck-me-botjes”.

I caught my first pick-pocket. Just the other night.

Red-handed. The amateur small time crook was unzipping the pocket of my jacket (had my wallet in one pocket, my keys in the other, the fool had his mind set on the non-wallet side).

In comes the difficult part: what was I to do? Faster than my shadow I turned my head looked him straight in the eyes, sporting the heavily feared pokerface. No words were spoken. Tension in the air. He didn’t say a word, nor did he leave, just chose another spot, way in the back of the bar.

Earlier that night my personal pick-pocket had offered me the usual - “hashisj? marihuana? synonym? synonym?”. An hour later our paths crossed in the mens room and dumb as he was he offered me the usual, again:

- “hashisj?
me: I already told you.
- marihuana?
me: I already told you.
- synonym?
me: I already told you.
- that’s not an answer.
me: It is, I don’t want your shit, you asked me before, didn’t want it then, still don’t want it. Maybe you want my wallet though?
- what?
me:…
- I don’t want your wallet!
me: Good.
- …

Difficult to say if the pacifist approach was the best. I guess it’s just my style not to break ones nose. Then again it’s also my style not to pick ones pockets, so why didn’t I?