Edward the Drunk

كالعالدة راجع أنا عالبيت متأخر في الشغل ، فقلت يا ولد روح عال
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بتكون خالتك روز عالبار و بتمشيلك مشروب ببلاش، بيتي أنا جنب المحطة الأخيرة لأكثر من خط فبيكون البار مليان سواقين، خصوصا مع أيام نزول الرواتب و هناك تعرفت علي إدوارد، و إدوارد هاد في أوائل الأربعينيات و مقتنع أن الحل لأي مشكلة يمكن في البيرة و أخواتها و له في ذلك وجهة نظر ، كما له و جهات نظر كثيرة أخري


دخلت أنا سلمت علي روز اللي بدها تزوجني مراة أخوها كونها مش طايقاها، طلبت المعلوم و قعدت جنب إدوارد، مسيت عليه أما هو فأعطاني محاضرة في حقوق المدخنين في التدخين في الأماكن العامة المغلقة و إن الحكومة فاشية و لازم تتعلم الدمقراطية من أول و جديد


أنا كنت رايق فحبيت أنكش راس ، بس عزيزي المستمع الواحد بيتعلم. و هذا طرطشة حكي في حوارنا الراقي حول الدمقراطية، الحشيش و أشياء أخري

me : So Edward how would you define so called “Democracy”? if you have such one?

Edward:of course i do, what you take me for ??!! a SUCM!!

Me: very well then, Enlighten me wise one.

Edward: Indeed … Indeed

للتاريخ : انا واحد واطي كوني عارف إنو إدوارد بهالوقت بيكون شارب بحيرة طبرية


Edward: A very generic definition of Democracy – as my simple brain would understand it – would be something like this, Democracy is “people” governing themselves, “people” here can mean anything from Citizens of a country to group of guys putting together how they would get weed.

أنا في عقلي ولعت!!! طلبت وسكي بدل البيرة كونها بطلت تنفع و الموضوع فيه حشيش ثم عطيت إدوارد وجه التلميذ النجيب فإستطرد قائلا


Edward: If we take this definition a bit further, then we can see that any person who would be affected – either positively or negatively- by a decision or a legalization should have a say in this process, which would justify counting the votes of drug dealers in the process of choosing the government that would kick their butt. After all it is their butt is to be kicked.

عجبني درس الديمقراطية المتمركز علي المزاج العالي فلم أقاطع ديمكريتس الحشاش و لم يصدر عني سوي شوية هممم علي شوية هااا


Edward: In the same rhythm, if people democratically think that drug dealers are national heroes, why national heroes!!!! let say FREEDOM FIGHTERS!!! against the oppression of the uptight modern society. Then their asses wont be kicked any more but statues will be made honour their asses, we even might find the statue of the UNKNOWN DEALER. With this funny tool we call Democracy. why to go far in Switzerland for a period of time “Democratically” the government itself was providing the GOOD STUFF as – I said Democratically, there was voting and all that stuff, and the people themselves chose to normalize Drugs.

بس سمعت كلمة مناضلين تيست معي طلبت كاس كمان و في عقلي صورة تشي جفارا بيدلل علي حشيش …. يلعن سمواتك يا إدوارد و إنا اللي كنت مفكرو سيجار برئ


Unknow Dealer !! ….
ولك شو عمتشرب إنت


Edward: But although this might sound, I would say Fucking Awesome, that is not necessary the case.

و هنا تجرأت علي السؤال لطرد صور تماثيل المؤخرات

me: how come Edward? i thought you like Democracy !!

في عقلي التشي ببميل علي و بيحكي جووووود ستف يا بيه؟؟ يلعن ربك يا إدوارد ضيعتلي ضميري الثوري


Edward: indeed i do , but take for example the government in the last war

علي بالو إدوارد إنه بهالجملة راح أفهم أنا إنو أقصدو الحكومة الإنجليزية و إحتلال العراق و في الوقت اللي أنا أصفن فيه تأجمع إذا قصدو الحكومة المؤقته و لا المقالة كان هو خلص مشروبه و إستأذن للحمام


و قتها أنا بلشت أروق شوي شوي ، في خيالي في إثنين (أنا) و بلشو يحكو معي و مع حالهم

أنا الأول: ولك شو عمتسوي هون وراك شغل بكرا
أنا الثاني : هاد الإدوارد نهفة
أنا الأول: ولك إنت نخبوي عرص شو عشان سواق صار ما إلو حق إنو يحكي وجهة نظروا
أنا الثاني : و لك إنت اللي عرص شو حكينا …و بعدين اللي علي راسو بطحة يحسس عليها
أنا الأول : شو قصدك و لاا
أنا الثاني :إنت النخباوي و ستين نخبوي
أنا الأول: أنا نخبوي يا أخو ستين …

أنا : بس ولا إنت و ياه يلعن ربكم عا هالمسا بس نرجع عالبيت بتتخانقوا

أنا الأول: ليش دايما إنت في صفو

أنا: ما إنت بصراحة نكد و بعدين بنتحاسب بالبيت إدوارد جاي

كان إدوارد رجع من عند الحمامات في صورة مصغرة من جودزيلا


Edward: what was i saying

أنا : شو كان بيحكي الشاب
أنا الأول : هلئ صرنا مناح و بتحكي معنا
أنا : إن ما نطقت لطعمي بيضاتك للبسس
أنا الأول: طيب هدي شوي !! دمقرطية ،حشيش ،حكومة ،حرب
أنا: يلاا روح إنقلع

Me: Democracy and the last war..

Edward: oh yes, as you must know millions stood against the war, but the government told them to fuck off. there is a problem in the system you see.

it is not in the process you see, it is in the concept. in other word there is no Democracy in the west.
or even better all we have is one day Democracy.

Me: so Edward what you propose then?

Edward: i have no idea man, but what i know is the following: based on the simple definition of Democracy, i would expect that we will see counting for the Iraqi voters in the coming elections. HE HE HE HE HE HE …. after all their asses are the ones whom bombed HE HE HE HE HE HE….

حاليا في عقلي ذئاب بتتصارع علي جثته لإدوارد

Me: Edward once again you have proven yourself as world class Idiot!!
i am going home!!

Edward: man if i offended you i am sorry ….

ردي كان علي شكل إصبع الوسطي في وضع إنتصاب

أنا الأول:حكيتلك خلينا نروح !!
أنا الثاني: جووود ستف يا بيه هيهيهيهي !!
أنا : إخرس إنت و ياه

The Wolf Hour

Dear Emily

this not an apology nor a confession, those are -simply- lines i drink with the mighty solitude while you are asleep naked next to me. you clear skin in the weak light coming from the street shine like a sea of pearls and your breathing forming tiny gentle waves. your right hand next to your ear as if you are trying to catch a weak tune coming from the heaven to you .. only to you, your left hand resting on your body, and you long dark hair carelessly frame your peaceful face. and you legs… Oh your legs..

Oh Emily how peaceful you look, how beautiful you are!!

“..those who see; call it the Wolf hour, the hour before Dawn when it is the darkest when we are the weakest. when we are the weakest they say then it is the hour of the Wolf..” that what you said Emily but Emily; i do not see it !!!

I simply do not see it, the hour before dawn if i happen to be awake then all i see is how much wine i drunk except for few nights like tonight, and to night all i notice is the pearl sea..

to me the Wolf hour is the when i laid eyes on you Emily, you looked cute with that Che Guevara T-Shirt and the Koufyah around the neck, i knew then Emily that i am not going home with out a prey, it was a Wolf hour Emily, i was the wolf and you were in the your weakest state, you could not resist the charm of an exiled guy who suffer for the bleeding Children of Gaza, you see Emily that was a lie in so many ways. i am not an Exiled but to myself to justify something wrong in me that i still not understand and by the looks of it i might not for long long time. you see Emily those lines are not an apology otherwise i would started writing to that blood i abused so many times.

you are not the first Emily and you wont be the last, but worry not, you will find yourself somewhere , sure, not near me and the blood of those who die will not fail me to get other Che Guevara girls

Oh Emily how peaceful you look, how Beautiful you are

in another life time Emily, i might not be so fucked up, i might be a normal nice person, a Doctor or an Engineer, and then i might seek you Emily, but then i might not be as interesting to as i do now, i might not see your face and your naked body next to me as i do tonight, but Emily i who might be able sleep peaceful then.

Oh Emily; Dreaming of Feeding the hungry and curing the Wounded, Dream on, i shall leave the room and leave you covered in nothing but your dreams, i shall have few drinks and wait for the morning, pick a fight with you and you will slam the door and leave, you see Emily wolves do not keep the bones of their preys, i got what i wanted and now you only remind me of how i got it, how peaceful is your face does not matter anymore how dawn due beautiful you are does not count

in few hours you will slam the door and leave, i will be standing behind it saying my goodbyes to your shadow and a little prayer to meet you in another life time.

Fear not Emily, you will grow, you will get over tonight and you find it that you are looking for, as for me i have the blood of the Children in the far, far away land giving me a supply of other yous, they always did…

Oh Emily how peaceful you look, how Beautiful you are

Sleep well Sweatheart