In 2003 i spent the year in Europe jobless and homeless for the most part including a stop a Morrison's grave in Paris and two weeks in Amsterdam over Queen's day, however, the highlight of my trip was the four months i spent in Ibiza (a party island in the Med) I started writing a book, chronicling the daze on the island. Originally the book was for myself but the further along I got, the more I bagan to realize I might have to finish this thing and do something with it. I decided to post some chapters to see if the stories spark any interest. I welcome all critics and honest feedback.... here are some of the stories in no particular order...

The three sat at the epicenter of the party on the beach. Voo kept the music going only pausing when a joint or bottle was passed. He never knew if the pill he’d taken earlier had any effect on him with all the liquor and THC he was ingesting and he didn’t care anyway. The party went on into oblivion.
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The next day came to the sound of a woman screaming. Voo looked up to see her coming out of the water with a look of sheer terror on her face. The screams were almost unbearable. The cove was almost deserted except for Guy, Voo and two others. There was a man following her out of the water. “What happened?” someone shouted.

“She got stung by a jellyfish” Her companion responded. “Does anyone have any water”?

Guy yelled, “The fuck do you need water for, there is a whole fuckin' ocean right there?”

“I don’t know, to wash her leg” the man returned.

“Water isn’t gonna do shit, you need to pour vinegar on her leg” one of the others offered. By this time the woman had reached shore and was just sitting on the sand screaming.

“Where the fuck am I gonna get vinegar out here” the man asked.

“You could piss on her leg, the Ph in the piss will stop the burning.” Guy hollered.

“Is that gonna work?” the man asked.

“Just do it!” the girl screamed, “I don’t care, just do it!” she stood up and leaned against the bluff. The man, who must have been her boyfriend, proceeded to pull his dick out and pissed all over her leg.

“Keep going, it’s still burning” the woman demanded.

“I’m all out, what do you want me to do?” he replied

“Hey, I need to take a leak!” another man offered.

The man looked at his girlfriend in a questioning manner. She screamed, “I don’t fucking CARE! Just make it stop!” Obviously she handled humiliation better than pain. So, the stranger jumped up and ran towards the girl. He had his penis out before he even got to her. With her boyfriend watching, the stranger proceeded to piss all over her leg. He had considerably more piss than the first man but it still seemed to have little effect. Guy jumped up, “It’s not every day you get to piss on a chick,” he said to Voo as he causally strolled over to the girl. He pissed on her as well but with the same result.

“You know what else might work is semen!” Guy chirped in.

“Fuck you! You guys are not jacking off on me!” she yelled. And with that she headed towards the rock stairs to climb out of the cove. Guy and Voo could not help but laugh at the hysterics. In the confusion however she had forgotten to put her sandals back on and climbed out barefoot which must have hurt more than the original sting. Her boyfriend gathered up their things and followed quietly behind. The remaining occupants of the cove sat there for a long quiet moment until the couple was gone. They all broke out in laughter.

“What a morning!” Guy stated. Voo realized for the first time he’d fallen asleep without any concern for his belongings. Amazingly everything was still there. Twice now he’d been real lucky. The day was already well under way. From where Voodoo sat he could see Para gliders airborne out on the water along with several sail boats and speed boats drifting along. This place was a water lover’s dream. “I’m going to go get some water mate, I’ll be back!” Guy said.

“Here, can you fill this for me?” Voo slammed the rest of his water and handed Guy the empty bottle.

“Sure voodooman, don’t you go too far, tonight same as last alright? I’ve never seen this place like it was. Tonight it’s going to be bigger because word gets around.” Guy noted.
“I got to go find some work man, I’m broke!” Voo explained.

“Your job is to play that guitar like you did, we’ll get you what ever you need, ok? You’ll see, I’ll even swing us some lunch, just give me a few hours to do some blaggin’”. Guy said.

“Another night in the west end ey?” Ross looked like he had spent the day in the sun. “Saw you over on the other side of the bay today. Felt like going for a walk?”

“Yeah, we went and checked out this campground. Thinking about trying it out if I can find myself a tent. They have some good facilities. Where are you staying?” Voo pried.

Ross turned and pointed a finger at an eight story building down the calle. Voo had not really noticed it because at street level it blended in with all the two and three level structures. It was covered with balconies to the top. Voo marveled at what the west end must look like from up there. “It’s a pretty nice joint. The room is basically a bed, a bathroom and a balcony. They have a nice lounge on the second floor.”

“What are they charging?”

“E110 a week and the turn over rate is so fast that there is always something available.” Ross was obviously debonair.

“Still, I don’t know if I want to stay this close to here. I’d like to get a job on the other side of the port. I think they pay just as much…”

As Voo was finishing his sentence all hell broke loose. A man was sitting at a table with his girl in front of Capone’s. Another man was walking past him and cracked a full bottle on his head. The shattering glass and explosion of vodka on his head opened up a massive gash and the vodka gave way to blood. The man somehow remained conscious. He rose out of his seat in a frenzy and turned to face his attacker. That was when the second assassin came in with a hook and pulverized the bleeding man’s jaw. He was seriously shaken. He dropped to a knee. The other people in the street were awe-struck. The man looked like he was done for. When one of the attackers stepped in to finish him of, he once again managed to get back on his feet. With fists raised he stood his ground and the attacker backed off just as the third one came in and unloaded a punch he had been winding up from five steps back. The crowd gasped. The man was unconscious before he began to fall and when his head hit the ground, the sound of bone cracking echoed down the street. The whole series of events happened so fast, no one had time to react. The attackers had executed their plan to perfection, their victim never stood a chance. Everyone stared with their mouths open as the first two assassins ran off down the side street towards the British diner where Voo had breakfast the other morning. The third attacker just stayed there a fleeting moment with his hands raised like he had just won the Super Bowl. The unconscious man’s girl started to freak. The owner from Capone’s came out and shooed the assailant away like a pestering dog. He finally followed his cohorts down the street.

The bleeding man had not so much as twitched since the last punch hit. His girl knelt over him and sobbed afraid to stir him for fear of causing any further injury to his skull. The Capone’s owner stood there with a look of disgust at the scene on his doorstep. He showed no concern for the man or his girl, rather he had a “bad for business” look on his face. With the exception of the man lying half dead in the middle of the street and his weeping girl over him, things resumed and the calle returned to normal. A motorcycle Guardia agent rolled past a few moments later and radioed for an ambulance. The ambulance took even longer to arrive because the only way up was up the calle itself. Every bar had to scoot chairs and tables in to make room and the mass of pedestrians were slow to give way. The man was picked up and things quieted down for the time being.

Voo lit a smoke and pondered the reason for the event. If it was random, then the man was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he had done something earlier to warrant such retaliation, his debt had now surely been paid.

“I’m gonna get a bucket of water and pour it on that puddle of blood”, Ross was white in the face, “I’m not gonna be walking through that shit all night. I fucking hate this shit sometimes!” He stomped his way in through the side door.

“This is Voodoo, he’s gonna play guitar for us tonight. Voo do you want a pill?” Vic asked as he started chewing his. Voo had never seen anyone chew their ecstasy before.

“How much?” Voo decided to go along for the ride.

“5 Euros” Guy chirped in. Voodoo still had that tourist smell and had yet to learn that "residents" of the island got four pills for a Euro at cost. Five euro's for one was a huge mark up. Guy was testing him but did not know he was a toker not a pill popper.

“I’m broke man but I got some great smoke!” Voo replied. He pulled out his little chunk of hash and a paper to start rolling.

“Yeah that works for me”, said Guy as he pulled out a pill and handed it to Voo. That looks like great hash, pollen even!, where’d you get it?”

“Playa Den Bossa, some guy on the beach, so you chew this shit” Voo said as he placed the pill in his mouth and swallowed it.

“Yeah, hits you faster” Vic explained and smiled with little pieces visible in his teeth. The three walked over to the shade and sat while Voo prepared the spliff. The dog followed and sat behind Guy.

“Oh you guapa you!” Guy ran his hands through the dog’s hair. “She’s Sandy”.

A beach dog named sandy, how appropriate thought Voo as he licked the paper and rolled. He’d become quite a proficient joint roller these last few months. He flipped it onto his lip, lit it and began puffing. He’d learned toking was a different sport in Europe as compared to the States. In America people are serious about the puff, puff, give rule. In his first few circles in Barcelona, Voo would puff, puff give and never see the joint again. He had thought the people were just being stingy to the foreigner until it dawned on him. If there are three people in the circle, the first person smokes the first third of the joint and passes it. The second person smokes the second third and so on. This minimizes the amount of passes, and makes the whole event less obvious to onlookers. Genius!

After his turn he passed to Guy first, feeling it was appropriate. He took a long drag and nodded his head in approval of the taste while he held it in. “Ah, yes voodooman, good trade. Aw fuck it is gonna be a good night, we need to get something to drink.” Guy smoked most of the joint until he handed Vic the roach. Vic didn’t seem to mind, he was waiting for his pills to keep his party going. “So what do you play, know any rock?”

“Yeah, a little bit of everything…”, Voodoo reach back and pulled his guitar out of the gig bag. He strummed a cord and spent a few minutes tuning. Guy and Vic were watching. Voo started playing “House of the Rising Sun” which Guy instantly recognized.

“Aw fuck man, look at this guy, where have you been all summer? You know there is no fucking good music on this island? All we hear day in and day out is this club shit. Untz! Untz! Untz! Keep going, keep going!” Guy was taken aback by the fact that he had his own live juke box. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he listened. Voo continued and began singing as well. Voo rarely sang in front of anyone he knew, but all the long afternoons of basquing in the streets of Barca (Barcelona) had improved his confidence.

The afternoon wore on and the songs came and went without end. Random people would hear the guitar from above the bluff and find their way down into the cove. Some swam, others danced, and others just sat there and listened and enjoyed the unexpected change of pace. All of them brought gifts in the form of liquor, drugs or snacks. Before the sun was set, the cove was host to a full blown beach party. Vic had disappeared in the mix but Guy and Sandy were still in the same seat they had been all afternoon. All of their needs had been met.

If it ever gets published, I'd buy a copy. Engaging style, interesting stories.

The blur steadily became fuzzier. Then there were two girls dancing with him. Then there were none. Then there was a whole new group and so forth. At one point some of the girls were topless. At other times Frankie was bottomless pushing his luck with the chicks right there. All in good fun.

When dawn finally came, Frank, Justin and Voo left into a piercing sun already well elevated in the morning sky. Winding down the calle they saw several people passed out in doorways and corners who were either too drunk to find their way home or didn’t have a better place to sleep.

“See, he’s the smart one…” Justin pointed to one man sleeping in the middle of the street. He was lying on his back with his hands in his pockets. “If you crash out of site, the Moroccans will roll you without a second thought. If you must sleep up here, sleep in plain sight. See his hands too? Put all your shit in your front pockets and stuff your hands in as well.”

“Another good place is on the steps of that church back there,” Frank jumped in, “The Guardia roll by there a couple times a night to make sure no one fucks with the church so most people stay away from there.”

“Is that where you slept that night you said you were banging that bird?” Justin had put two and two together.

“Piss off! Just because she wouldn’t let me spend the night don’t mean I didn’t fuck her rotten.” Frankie surmised, “Anyway, if you do decide to sleep at the church just be sure you get up before the cleaning crew comes by because they will hose your ass right off those steps.”

They found their way past the fountain and sat on the wall in front of Whips. The usual crowd of PRs and Bouncers who’d all just gotten off work were hanging out. Some sat in groups at the tables, others stood in cliques. It felt like the cafeteria back in high school. The three quietly sat there still wired. “Frank, get us some waters will ya?” Voo flipped him a couple Euros.

“Fuckin’ love to mate” He disappeared inside.

“Just as well, here’s some for you guys,” He handed two more bottles over and open the last for himself. The tape player was blasting Marley’s Legend and the vibe was good. “So I think I found a job. Tropicana picked me up as a doorman. I start tomorrow.”

Guy’s ears perked up when he over heard. “Tropicana huh? The place itself is nice but that corner is the asshole of the west end.”

“What do you mean?” Voo asked.

“That intersection is the heart of the west end. All the traffic passed through there, so there is some sort of action every night.” Guy explained. “What are they gonna pay you?”

“E350 a week. I work seven days though.” Voo said.

“Mate, everyone works seven days during the tourist season”, Justin jumped in. “That’s how the locals can afford to not work the other eight months of the year.”

“You’ll be fine voodoo man. Just remember one thing though, when the shit really hits the fan, don’t expect any of those guys to stand behind you. So don’t you go risking your ass for their shop. You just look out for number one.” Guy offered in sincerity.

“Thanks man, I’ll do that. Now, who’s got skins? I’m rolling!” And thus the party went on.

The cove parties were quickly becoming legend. After the first week and a half, the regulars stopped inviting short term visitors. Soon, only the usual crowd was abound which left little room for unexpected trouble makers. Unbeknownst to them, the guys who called the cove home were the biggest trouble makers on the island but never tried to fuck up their own party. It had evolved to a point where if one got too far out of line, the others would step in and restore order