Wolf Quest Part IV

 I haven't been writing my Wolf Quest story and it's fading into my senile mental folder so I'm going to try again.

When I left you last I was leaving the West Coast...and I posted an ad trying to trade everything I owned in the van, thus abandoning the van, for a functioning motorcycle. I even tried to steal the motorcycle my buddy Jon had in The Bay Area but it had many troubles and it wouldn't even make it over the Sierras let alone go all the way to Baffin Island.

Composing The Wolf Polka

Fortunately, no one offered me anything for my van. All my tools. All my shit was included in the deal and no one wanted to take the plunge. So that forced me to do some hard thinking because economically I could not get from San Francisco to Labrador paying all the gas when it costs something like $2 to drive a mile and there were approximately 6000 miles between me and Labrador so that would be $12,000 in fuel alone not including food and wolf related propaganda. All van maintenance had to be postponed. This was really desperate because gas cost around $4.00 at this time and the van was getting about 6MPG. So you do the math. I tried to get rid of the van, I really did, but it was impossible. Like renting a washed up Haitian Hooker. So all I could do is drive East and hope for the best.

Glasses

ROY BAN

It's a slow news day for Oggy as he's again fine-tuning his van and waiting for the new upholstery to be put on after 45 years of abusing the seats and engine cover and trying to figure out a solution for the exhaust which keeps shifting. He's going back to the gym because his spine is damaged. And he had a pair of sunglasses from a dead friend in Missouri, died perhaps of cardiac failure during a heroin binge, and Oggy ended up with this friend's sunglasses...and the sunglasses get stolen at the Guatemalan Gym, which is another tired story. So Oggy replaces the glasses with some totally phony Roy Ban glasses...although the quality is really not too bad on these fake glasses and the whole time Oggy thought the lenses were plastic, because how could you sell real glass lenses for $4. But he's doing some back exercises on this sort of platform and he's learned not to leave anything anywhere in the gym so he's got the glasses tucked into his wife beater tank top, and of course the things fly off in a slightly enthusiastic thrust of the back and land perfectly so the lens shatters on the tile...maybe it's glass or some kind of pyrex but it wasn't horrible material and it shattered...
Chinga mera verga del la gran puta!

'Giorentt' replacements for the Roy Ban replacements. plastic crap

Really having horrible luck with sunglasses at this gym.

My Troubles Are Over

Finally, I get a break! I knew that my Uncle Dr. Shiva was rich, but I didn't know I was his next of kin. I'm so relieved. I don't know how they got my skype account but I got this message today:


[2:15:11 PM] *** victorowusuboakye would like to add you on Skype

Enter a message to introduce yourself.

Hello my friend,

My name is Mr.Victor Owusu Boakye,I work in the audit and accounting department of
Agricultural Development Bank Ghana  (A.D.B) as a group head treasury department,Ghana.


It is my wish to solicit your assistance in a business opportunity that will be of great
benefit for you and i, I want to present you as the next of kin to our late.foreign customer
Dr.Shiva, a citizen of your country who was among the death victims in the  January 12 2010
Earthquake disaster in Haiti,that killed over 200,000 people.

I wish to know if we can work together to stand you as the Next of Kin to a Fixed Deposit of
$10.5 Million US dollars, which Dr.Shiva made to our Bank before his death. I assure you
we can achieve it successfully if you can follow my instruction and direction. In your reply,
please send the.

following information as underlined below:

1. Your full names:
2. Your phone number;
3. Your nationality;
4. Your Age/Sex;
5. Your occupation;
6.scan passport,

Notwithstanding, this business must be confidential between you and me,no third party must
know anything about this transaction until the fund is transfer to any of your nominated bank
account in your country and as soon as these is done, i will proceed to meet with you in your
country for my own 50% share of the fund Please get back to me If you are interested.

Kindly send your informations to my private email; mrvictorowusuboakye4@outlook.com

I Remain respectfully yours,

Mr.Victor Owusu Boakye,
(Audit and accounting Manager)
Agricultural Development Bank (ADB)
E-Mail: (mrvictorowusuboakye4@outlook.com). ***

(If anyone wants to bombard Boakye's email account with gay porn emails that would be fine with me.)

Once In A While

Once In A While
1937
Words by Bud Green
Music by Michael Edwards
Key Eb major
4/4 time

Exceptional song. I learned an interesting but unrelated detail when I watched the odd Reefer Madness-style movie: The Gene Krupa Story (1959). Tommy Dorsey, pictured on the cover of this song because he recorded it initially, was a trombonist band leader...and he actually had Gene Krupa and Buddy Rich in his band at one point or another...and Krupa and Rich are basically the two greatest Jazz Era drummers who would both lead their own bands. The Gene Krupa Story features a classic song performance "Memories of You" performed by Anita O'Day which is priceless. That movie is noteworthy because the recent Whiplash (2014) uses a drummer aspiring to be Krupa as a hero, but Krupa's own story does not contain a drill sergeant conductor. In fact, it's the opposite. Krupa was the drill sergeant. The Krupa movie is really dated but the performances perfectly depict Jazz band era life in real settings, including appearances by 'Tommy Dorsey' and a reefer addict peddling a quick way to 'get high' like marijuana in 1937 was any good.

So, pot was villainized but Liquor, which was far worse, was fully legal in 1937 and although Hitler was chancellor in Germany he had not yet invaded Poland and Czechoslovakia although his ethnic cleansing project was gaining momentum as a wave of hysteria collided with an age of paranoia and suspicion. I'm sure leaders of nations were sick with foreboding over what would happen in a year or two but at this point there was a slim chance of avoiding World War II. Speaking of world leaders, FDR was sworn in for his second of three terms as President. Trotsky tried to assassinate Stalin a while earlier and, while this is one scenario where two wrongs DO make a right, it's possible, though unlikely, Trotsky would've been even worse. Trotsky's assassination plot failed and he ended up living in Mexico in 1937.  This is the year shortly after Edward VIII abdicated the throne and George VI, the guy with the stutter, was crowned King. That set the stage for FDR, Churchill, Stalin and Hitler to control world events for the next 8 years. 
 

Mango Madness

Everything comes in plastic bags in Guatemala's effort to pollute the remaining 11% of rivers in the country.

Beside the affordable blonde transvestite hookers, the thing I love most about the tropics is bags of mango and papaya all pre-prepared by the refugees of Reagan's slaughter of Mayan farmers. It Worked, Ronnie! They are now completely traumatized, homeless, families torn apart, the economy is fucked by decades of corruption you funded. WAY TO GO! Now they all sell fruit on the sidewalk, shine shoes, wash cars and juggle at intersections. Perfectly exploitable. Oh, but the fruit is super cheap and the farmers were tortured by CIA death doctors for trying to organize a union. But the important thing is that bananas are affordable in the middle of fucking winter in Chicago and Toronto! VIVA CHE!