An Ivory-Coast Dictionary

Narrated portrait of capitalism yields of travel, journey, self-consciousness, and bound-romance for sport-and-cadence.

Ivory Coast set life-journal note, inspired (very-loosely) by The Mighty Ducks (Emilio Estevez). Thanks so much for reading, 

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I find myself as a junior-hockey league coach in Boston-town, recounting a special adventure journey to Cote d'Ivoire where I invested in chocolate hospitality and a junior street-hockey camp venture post-deed of Wall-St. calculation-win during the '09 mini-crash (Ford). I became a Selfie-age lifestyle reader/citizen/face.

Why hockey was the subject of my 'examination' concerns my youthful memoirs of experimenting with evolving video-game platforms for the slick ice sport of stick-and-puck defense and striking for the Ego. Follow along!

MOTHER: You're still idling time-away on that Nintendo, boy!

ME (Memory): This game's high-quality; it will afford me senses for ice, ma.

MOTHER: Right, self-qualia.

Sure, I played all the hockey games on cyber-platforms and appreciated the evolution of such graphics (from the Commodore to Microsoft's Xbox), and it was all very-American for the Selfie-IQ (sure).

There I was in Cote d'Ivoire ("The Ivory Coast") using my Wall-St. fortune for a venture of street-hockey camp for African kids and a chocolate shop with my new girlfriend (Esha). This was what I wanted in my life, and it was temporary but great (Facebook-like!).

ATHLETE (Kid): This is real great, coach.

ME (Memory): Thanx, young-lad...you're quite swift and steady, kid.

ATHLETE (Kid): This game is like cage-running.

ME (Memory): That's quite right...for the Ego.

ESHA: Great new ride for our African abode, darling.

ME (Memory): Isn't capitalism a thing of arms, ha?

ESHA: Quite-right (good!).

Esha liked our life in Cote d'Ivoire, while I found flourishing arms for chocolate shop and street-hockey managements (wow). This was all inspired by my youth-eye love of hockey video-games, and it took me to the edges of civilization qualia for the heart/faces (ok).

CUSTOMER: Very good cocoa-cream icy treat, friend.

ME: Thanx for the compliment for my Sunday brunch complement, sir (good).

CUSTOMER: Are you a pro-chef of some sort?

ME: Just a capitalist (ha).

CUSTOMER: Welcome to the Ivory Coast (ok).

That's my tale of incomplete-distances readings for the leviathan/uncertainty of life on Earth. It's one of fortuitousness, free-will IQ, capitalism charm, and bound-sportsmanship in West Africa, pre-return to the West (American Homeland) for New England junior-league ice-hockey coaching. I gifted the chocolate-shop to a Sierra Leone migrant-investor and the hockey-camp in the Ivory Coast to a lovely schoolteacher. When I think back on human consciousness for that 'examination' in Cote d'Ivoire, I contemplate how liberty blends with a democrat-bureau (Selfie-like). What do you think?

GIRLFRIEND (Esha): For me.

ME: For Valentine's (for us!).

GIRLFRIEND: You can see inside it...machinery for life.

ME: Pretty good for democrat-paranoia, no?

GIRLFRIEND: Good.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)