R.I.P.

Wednesday 9:04 a.m.
So the day he arrived in West Australia he was offered five jobs and took the one in the goldmine because it seemed most exciting. He once exported tropical fish from Sri Lanka. He smuggled pink pearls. He knew how to make money. The last time I saw him, about two years ago now, he told me he'd taken his inheritance of 300,000 and now had four million. He helped poor people in Bangladesh. He let the guy with one leg stay in his garage in Perth, Australia. He lived there for a while with the beer fridge. After a party at his house, I walked into a pink dawn there looking for fags and I don't think I'll ever forget that. He really liked to party! Quite pleased in a way that he got the funeral pyre in Bali. That was quite a guy! Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!