Dick

Yeah people, that was some crazy shit!
Thank you all for joining up with me and my sweet friends at Item, Team Manwhore, Kollektivet Livet and Le Choix.
You guys.. and us. together ( yeah I know cheezy) we made this shit crackin'. I heard about this guy who got so pissed he missed his ride back to gothenburg on saturday afternoon.. that is great evidence of what kind of party we had.. :) peace!
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Dick the Dog

As the middle puppy out of 220 my years as a young pup and adolescent was all but centered on me. I grew up in Bangkok and as you understand my mother was a genuine bitch spreading her offspring all over Thailand.

There was just no space what so ever for me, it does not mean that just because I happened to consist of denim I should consider myself being special among 219 attention craving siblings. As the years went by my craving of attention grew and grew but it had become impossible to even get noticed in that environment.

For two years straight I earned my ticket out of there, by licking rich, lazy and fat or just crippled dogs in the crotch. I wouldn’t stretch it to selling out but a dog got to do what a dog got to do, know what I mean?

The eagerness to get on the road affected me on a level that made me forget about even doing research on where to go. The first harbour cat, for some reason I dig them, I got my hands on was corrupt enough to sneak me onboard. The following six months was the worst I’ve ever gone thru. That period consisted of seasickness, less than no food and being molested over and over by horny seamen, I promise you they are willing to try anything after a while. Finally in port the uncontrollable happiness of not having to watch your ass all the time and actually eating something lasted for good over a year, although the question of location did not get a proper answer for a long time.

I often look back on those years in Algiers, Algeria; the paradise I finally realized was supposed to be my home for the following five years, as the by far weirdest but yet satisfying time of my life.

Never ever has a small, not well hung whatsoever but still very horny, denim pitbull gotten such an honorable reception. It was like I had been brought down by the angels for the poor folks of Algiers' darker corners. Dogs, cats, monkeys, lamas and all sorts of humans, pimps, gangsters, strippers, prostitutes, frankly everybody wanted to socialize with me. I realized that there was more to Dick than just Dick …Behold a new king has arisen! I loved every minute of it, but nothing lasts forever.

The Algerian dog mafia, fucking imbeciles, decided my 15 minutes of fame was over and therefore my future was determined. I fled to Spain in what some dogs would call a boat but to be honest it was more like shitty compounded pieces of garbage, I had to goddamn dog swim my way to safety the last kilometer. That may sound like genuine fun to you but it’s not.

Well in Spain I got to feel what it’s really like to be on your own and disliked, constantly on the run from almost everybody and everything. It was a miserable time and I don’t feel like bitching about it anymore. I hitchhiked my way to Amsterdam.

Oooh Amsterdam, glorious yet smoky Amsterdam! I spent four years dancing at a Burlesque strip joint and eventually got my own show. There was this big crowd of hip and trendy burlesque fans that just loved the whole denim thing, kind of like the Swedish fashion scene for the moment. But just as in Algeria somebody demolished the small foundation I built for myself, this somebody was a midget with the incredible gift of being born with five limbs all of the same length. He and his show swept away my entire crowd and I felt like an old hippie during the yuppie Era.

For a couple of years I did pretty much nothing besides being depressed and destructive acting like some sleazy background act at a few clubs in Central Europe. That’s when I decided to get my dog act together and move to the coldest place on earth...Sweden. Don’t even ask why because I have no idea, maybe just punishing myself.

After a couple of years in Stockholm I am finally starting to build that foundation again but this time its not based on self-centered bullshit, well at least not all of it. I found myself a nice cat, again with the cats, and friends to rely on.

Sometimes I still do need to get in the center of attention and I promise you all that something big is going down so be sure to keep a look out...