Sean Connery [content advisory]

[billy]

No Shit! I knew this guy - he used to play the terrazas of the Albaycin. Just him, his gutar and no teeth. He wrote his own stuff too.

Half scottish half irish, twice as tall as your average spaniard, with dreads below his arse and a mayhaps gentic conditioned drinking habbit you'd think he was quite the brawler.

Well, the fact is that the only fights he got into, he came out of hurting. Mostly due to the fact that he never fought back.

Let me tell you about Mr. Connery. This guy would be at Plaza Nueva at ten o'clock in the morning with a can of beer waiting for the terasses to get full. The beer was for the voice he'd say. Somtimes he'd make me tune his guitar or just complain about not being able to by new strings - they dont come as cheap as beer...

Tough motherfucker he was. He'd take a beating anytime, without complaning. I remember when he teamed up with that french /maurish dealer to smuggle morrocean pollen for the gitanos. They got paid half in advance and never delivered. The gypsies came to the valley with guns asking questions about his whereabouts...

The french connection never came back, where as Mr. Connery showed up less than a couple of months later with lotsa dough. Following evrybody who cared's advice he took off to madrid with the money and his guitar.

In Madrid, inviting a group of young street dwelling punkies drinks and tapas, he got beat up badly and robbed of everything he had. They kicked him in the head until he lost consciousness before they took his money and his guitar.

Once consciouss and thus expelled from the public hospital... after squattinq abandoned bulidings for weeks while recouperating from the kicking, lady luck finally shone upon Mr. Connery.

A nice guy had spotted him coming and going from the parking lot. Taking pitty on our protagonist, he offered him refuge in a parked and out of use volkswagen van.

Once his benefactor had left the scene, Mr. Connery tried the keys in th eignition and wouldnt you know!

Next thing we knew good ole Connery was back in town with a brand new wagon. He took all of his street busking friends on a glorious summer-south-coast-trip none of us will ever forget.

Since then he sold out to hollywood, but I still remember the real Sean who'd rob for his friends and take a kicking with a toothless grin.

/edit: didnt fix the typos, but I thought the title might need content advisory...

i enjoyed it. it seems okay content wise to me but thankfor thinking about it.


i liked the short read. grammar needs a little work but very readable moobs. and thanks for suggesting the forum
loved the last two lines