Nguyen Ducmanh:
            Journey Into Serenity

Issue from a dysfunctional family I get all domains ready for setting myself afire instead of the world aflame as I thought when I am intoxicated!

My mother is a gambler... gambling is not her weakness of character! The disease of gambling took over her mind and spirit as later I was a serf to the Lord John Barleycorn! Strong woman... she bore 10 siblings, 7 sons, 3 daughters; a girl precedes me of the same father and I lost my father when I was 3 months old! Oldest son I inherit her stamina. Mankind has the self power to explore into infinite universe but equally ingenious in the savoir faire to self fuck up!

A chap asked Duke why he don't marry his own people? He replied I don't screw my own people... He was hazed after ingratiated a bottle of Wild Turkey!

(Duke married 4 times with Roman, Jew, Nordic and Cherokee Indian... anterior probing the Special Branch have the affidavit that Duke lost his flower at 17... rite du passage coercion by a virgin métisse 19, half French half Vietnamese)

Living in this city's perpetual striving! This hell way of living unless I bottom out... run out of options where kokaine, sex and booze and so on did me ... God helps me to get his message for the internal!

Must I wear a Brooks Brothers suit or Savile Row; driving a fancy car, if chauffeured is a plus! all facade: the External is money; material things... I thought that solve the problems but take years before I manage to live in the solution instead in the problem!

Mgr. ABS, chief Rabbi of America asked Duke: "You want to work for me... but your English's grosso modo... what else's your qualification? Duke replied. "My taste in women is lousy but my taste in aesthetics Is first rate!"

1 don't have much success in a financial sense in NY probably due to my obnoxious behavior cause by my drinking habit... people don't want me around too long only Mr. ABS tolerate my presence but I don't feel the icy relationship yet because as a first drink gulped: my thinking's distorted and I thought everything is OK!

But the women like me enormously I thought, I am witty, handsome and serviceable but really they enjoy my companionship which is: I like to read... read their books plus they know I can't bear my mother, it's mean, either I become an übermaricón or I like to screw their brains out... and that is my case: I like them fat, if I don't get it ... skinny anorexic's fine with me. Mata Hairy is a plus if adorned with mustache a la Frieda Kahlo! A horny Diaspora murmurs to my ear that I'm not big but respectable! Beautiful hammer head! Ça alors!

Take me long time to perceive: man-and-woman relationships beside love and lust -- several are based on co-dependency! She want a man any cost and I want a woman at any price as the Edith Piaf song: "Without love you are nada!"

In this New Amsterdam town most of females in my dalliance are Jewish? Maybe secret is leaked out as Bellissima Elaina di Gurevitch from Palma has told me the mohel did a job on me? A pinca cut or uncut but what the woman want is a hard one... black, white, yellow or baboon is the same! Love has no glory, no frontier only the staying power... sí!

My squeeze Joan since 7 years, she has a car from her father but hardly spent a dime on me then suddenly last summer vacation she spent a grand in 2 weeks... then now daily she pulls out pognon for breakfast, lunch and dinner! Reason: I got myself an implant and I give her daily assault in her culito... as my friend David Hamilton said to me: "Between man and woman if sex works then 99% works!"

Relive my past! I was a gigolo once, this situation is very soothing for your ego; alas most woman owns a kept man is guaranteed in the border line of co-dependency!

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Pool Sharks!

In America I went to the pool hall is to play billiards not shooting 9 balls, or just to hang around... Many time I been lure into game by some smooth talker dudes they let me won few games then they squeeze my neck as a cobra python before they reduce me to a state of parfait imbecile! took my money!

How can you spot a pool shark? You telling me! Long ago when I landed in this Cherokee land a friend Mr. Sydney Bertner has given me advice that in this Kapitol of the world you never know whom sit next to you in Luchow's; this man dressed in baggy chino pants, ate with

In America I went to the pool hall is to play billiards, not shooting 9 balls, or just to hang around... Many time I been lure into game by some smooth talker dudes they let me won few games then they squeeze my neck as a cobra python before they reduce me to a state of parfait imbecile! took my money!

How can you spot a pool shark? You telling me! Long ago when I landed in this Cherokee land a friend Mr. Sydney Bertner has given me advice, that in this Kapitol of the world you never know whom sit next to you in Luchow's; this man dressed in baggy chino pants, ate with fingers; shoulders with dandruff; a clochard he looks like but this chap could be your landlord; own blocks from West to East of Manhattan ~besi des he could a forefront art collector!

Monseigneur ABS fit this case perfectly!

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Best Job in Town

"Work keeps us from three great evils boredom, vice and poverty" -- Voltaire

"Work is the curse of the drinking class" -- Oscar WiIde

Animals don't work, why we must work that is a good question? Don't blame on Eve what happened in the Eden Garden... Let it go, the Past.

What is the best or plum job in town? Nowadays obviously the cop has the best position because this man carries a gun, can't argue with that, he could blow your leg off before asking question, boy ever that is self defense! In higher stations he has the license to kill remember the Cdr. James Bond. Problem is if the policeman missed the perp, he could get himself shot too!

Personally I don't want to be a small potato cop I want to be a tyrant grand scale à la mode Franco or Genghis Khan but this kind of power you must decapitate many heads: a repulsive career!

Be a lawyer you always can go around the laws but who want to tiptoe all the time or watch what you say because there's some smart aleck waiting for you to put your foot in the your mouth and counter sue your ass off! Think of that I don't want to defend a criminal.

Be a doctor, I am tired to fix people, no end to it! By the way we can clone people if one died we can can suck it in. Snag is longevity, most dopies don't attain old age and if they are they have a face like shit because 120% of dealers are users.

Being a prostitute is trivial, everybody's a kissass to survive! You don't want to be a gigolo because the woman put a leash on your schmickel.

Here is a dream job because nobody is perfect, we more or less have a vice. Foods don't taste good without a vin rouge. Drink helps down the food. A glass of lager alleges your worries and gives you a sense: "Man without drink is as a flag without winds." A Vietnamese saying; those people know much shit: proof is the American bomb them to stone age but they are still here because they have nada to lose!

Be a bartender! Shit man, not many wise guy contests this brilliant suggestion.

Here is the pluses: first you are your own boss; if a fuck face don't heed your tenet: assert him as a lush, your word is as good as gold! You don't need to have an education, but know to add like if a customer had 2 drinks automatically the third drink is on the house and just keeps this scale par ordre de grandeur! Able enough to read the bottle label; a body clean avoids eau de cologne goat scent, shave the hair in your palm: nobody wants to drink see your poil neighborhood the glasses. Come to reap the tips you got is in cash not require to report it to Uncle Sam IRS. If you did... Wunderbar Überschmuck is you!

Be patient with compassion: listen to all malheurs clients confessed to you; give freely advice because you are in position of Higher Power and the complainants will come back for more chit chat, drink more. Surprisingly you find much consommateurs kisses your ass besides gives you a big tip! If the guy is a lousy tipper just get even by laced his gnole with more eau he will get the message and most of the time the bum so drunk he thinks you treat him royally!

Here are requirements: must have a horsy stamina because standing all day on your legs; this may cause you varicose but well every medal has 2 faces!

Be careful and courteous with female customers because woman is ahead of man in the fields of comedia, control freaks, manipulation. Furthermore women go to the bar frustrated because at home her hombre is a schmuck that why she went to the bar looking for men besides in perpetual state horniness!

You could be a matchmaker or a pimp. In case things don't work out you may inherit the succulent bodies. Law of probabilities you will get women because El Tuche got so drunk passed out in your bar and you will drag her home avoid calling the NY Finest to take care of her. The fewer police businesses nose your premises the more you better off!

Now come to crucial point: you are a man: woman is only half of the problem; now with men... Mean they are when they borracho; meaner when a gay wants your body and he sees that you dig pussies! Make love to a guy is OK same as you enculer a dame remains that you are a pederast; perverse are one thing maricón are something else this kind of relationship is extrasensory, only fact we know is J. de Nazareth with 12 minions strive to save the world!

En connaissance de cause I been there did that!