my buddy winston churchill

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERdG-jefYHY

okay so that last post -- never really dreamt that -- just made it up -- did end up dreaming about katy perry after that, and maybe some other pop singer too.....

anyway, this post, that's the kind of nonsense you can expect on benji's blog.... of course, my buddy it refers to, we won't use his real name on this blog and we can't name nickname him after some unknown person so we go for someone typically english and anyway, this guy, whose nickname in those days was nee-ga (pronounced knee-ga), looked a little like a young version of winston churchill in young form

in late 1993 he graduated from high school along with a whole bunch of kids, many of whom benji had studied with since age 4.... benji, who was nicknamed ruxyix (also spelt ruxyzeeix but pronounced like the word 'earn' with an 'r' in front), had repeated a year due to a detour to spain in 1992 at age 16 which served to learn to speak it.......

anyway, winston churchill, a tight buddy, matriculated into university in newcastle, a little north of sydney and suggested to benji finishing his last year of high school  there.... australia being some kind of bolshevik socialist state where the english sit on top of the socialist welfare state pile (that obama likes so much) was and is the kind of country where a 17 year old can sell out his family and go to some welfare officer and get a  govt. stipend due to having a 'shitty' family...... that's what benji did --- it's a pity

in actual fact though, the family situation was that after returning from spain, there was no bedroom in da house for benji as the two eldest siblings, raquel and jose (nicknamed joseph stalin), were living at home well, well into their 20s (25,26 respectively)... and this after the two jokers had spent a large part of their teenage years away from the home....  therefore benji was left sleeping on the lounge room couch and listening to doors slamming in the morning and the eternal arguments of raquel and jose over an iron (as teenagers raquel put jose's head through a sheetrock wall with an awesome headlock)

relations between me, winston, raquel and fatboy (winston's nickname for my father) were pretty tight, we used to play alot of 'mus' together and got along swimmingly.... however winston never thought my father would care about ditching the family but of course he did and it deeply annoyed him, understandably.....

winston's father, who later suicided a few years later, drove us up to newcastle, we had a couch we called 'old faithful'..... it was a great crib and became a great party home for a year...... winston got his govt. socialist handouts for being a university student and benji got his govt. socialist handouts for being a final year high school student (which is the same as being a university student anyway, technically speaking)...... tomato/tomato

at already mentioned school (high school) were some kids (see videoclip) who later became famous

my father, who tolerated winston's nickname of 'fatboy' tolerably well over the years, with no less chagrin than if he were some kind of nuclear bomb destined for nagasaki..... ended up visiting one time in a taxi cab he was driving... he said he had some fare from sydney -- that would have been quite a fare indeed.....

he caught me home alone with my girlfriend suzie, a 22 year old serb i told i was 20 (i was 18 which in australia is pronounced 'a dean' by the ruffian and brutish south african-like locals)

winston later enjoyed good relations with marisol (my mother)'s sister in madrid, spain, who also hosted a mineola nassau county girl in 1992 when benji abided there also, who later dated a famous baseball player - possibly from ny yankees... winston also visited some of his own family in england in the north where he was impressed with their accents and how he was told he'd have to 'bunk with the lads' (pronounced 'boonk' and 'luds')

winston likewise had some relations with benji's other sister (cleopatra the arsehole - originally some crazy old dutch guy in amsterdam nicknamed her that - benji embellished it with the epithet -the arsehole-) who now lives in spain but spent 5 years in holland and was married to some guy called jorrik at some point

after the year 1994 in newcastle, winston stayed on there and benji returned to the alvarez household after doing very well in the end of high school exams..... possibly better than if having stayed behind that year, which benji had no intention of doing anyway

also memorable that year were two stalwart school buddies, both saturnian types, and anglos, by turns, a pisces and aquarian......

recently at a wedding of a mutual friend, one of winston's sister's friend was present at our table and my marisol and jose mentioned having seen his mother working at their local supermarket a few years ago

both winston and i held eachother's mother's cooking in high esteem... he was genuinely shocked by some of benji's temper tantrums and maltreatment of marisol (benji's mother) eg., throwing an ice-cream dessert at a wall because it was a bad flavor (that would have been more towards age 14 than 17 though)

the two saturnian buddies, or at least one of them, but probably both of them, from high school, were somewhat new to the school too as having a rudolph steiner schooling background, some of their steiner school buddies seemed cool, especially a little blonde 17 year old girl..... being a teenager has its good points... this girl and benji dated a little at around the time benji lost his virginity to the horny serb..... it was like a little puritan hurrah the two of us, steiner blondie and benji, cuddling up on her deck chair in her backyard

it was a pretty cool school and spending almost a full year there was pretty cool -- a lot less white trashy to my hometown and more middle-classy --- the school bike, a really not bad looking kid, gave me a ride home one day, i wasn't sure if i was meant to try to have sex with her or something coz of her reputation -- in general kids are exposed to too much sex and are too young to be slutting around so much..... another girl at school had spent a year in japan... most of the teachers never gave me a hard time except one that i gave him a hard time anyway...... at a school party, right at the very beginning of the year, benji set the tone for what kind of nut we'd all be dealing with by getting blind drunk, (later not remembering any of it),  running up to arriving girls and trying to kiss them all, being protected from beatings by their surfy boyfriends and trying to take by force an expensive spanish guitar played by homecoming king and queen dude -- his girlfriend polly was a hot bitch -- his name was ben too..... couldn't remember getting home, just waking up inside the pad on some white towels, winston had discovered me in a pile of red vomit (red wine) by the front door and dragged me through it.... later one of afore-mentioned saturnian buddies, timbo, came over and explained the reality.... sure was a bad hangover, lasted a few days

my father always told me: 'youth is wasted on the young'.... he wasn't kidding.... that is, when he wasn't telling me 'if you don't have anything to say, shut your mouth' in the typical aggressive spaniard babboon way.... benji never dared called his father 'fatboy' however, in hindsight, fatboy did warm to being called fatboy by winston

long after winston and benji parted ways, which was over the telephone in 1998, benji pointedly telling winston over and over again 'you can get fucked' (for no reason at all), to which winston replied 'fuck off' (end of friendship).... benji's pot buddy christine the half american half dutch libra sat by grinning dumbly with her bong (billy) and mullbowl (bowl for preparing 'chuff' marijuana and tobacco)....  years later... august 2001, arriving in america for the first time, wearing a t-shirt that says 'ego' on it and some sandals and pants... my buddy katherine gets me at dulles in washington d.c...... the car park is huge, we have to find the 'purple' bus.... americans turn out to be an entirely different race and mentally more focused on what things look like visually..... the drive to her crib by VCU is pretty drab and understated.... later walks around the neighborhood reveal greater levels of glory..... weeks later, after cleaning roofs with billy... kate couric is on tv talking about human sacrifices (in the walk into the volcanic lava for the greater glory of the Deity at the end of my speartip please sense of the term human sacrifice as opposed to walking your neighbor's dog and sprucing up your neighborhood are human sacrifices we can all make) and the war on terror.... finish with france forever and ever in mid 2002 and home to madrid... arrive at adam's after a long busride from paris and smoke some of his billys (bongs) and drink a slug of whiskey and say 'boo ya' -- adam likes it

a little less than 6 years before that boo ya moment, adam and benji are living not far away, also in madrid, and are accompanied by colleen, a friend and high school buddy of the 1992 nassau county mineloa girl boarder with aunt pepa afore-mentioned, colleen can pop ping-pong balls from her vagina adam says..... chilling with adam and colleen, the fun thing to do while washing dishes is scare the crap out of colleen.... 'no, stop! stop the voices! leave me alone, i don't want to burn them, they're my friends, i don't want to hurt them, leave me alone' (pretending to be responding to voices in my head) - and then laugh fiendishly - colleen calls out from the study room (the entire wall of which is glass and gives onto a breathtaking view of madrid's largest park by far, the casa del campoo - it's all woods and mountains from there homey) 'stop it you're scaring me'........ on another occasion, benji begins to mimic how he thinks colleen's shrink talks, whom colleen saw due to taking a dangerous dose of liquid ecstasy she said (kids and drugs these days)... colleen hung out with super rich kids at boston college, 'i want you to imagine you're in the zone colleen, get into the zone,' i say putting on a phoney voice with the intention of mimicking her shrink who i've never met........ colleen acts like she is genuinely flabbergasted and amazed because i have exactly replicated her shrink's unique voice and way of talking without ever having met him or heard him... she went on to excitedly describe how he was disabled and got around in a wheelchair

some weeks earlier, in the same room, we rcvd a photograph from winston in nanjing, china.... circa 1996, he said later that the conditions in china in those days were very conservative in terms of dating...... much different to the reality there just a few years later in 2003