The Sport of Euro {Jr.}

Portrait of (fictional) eco-capitalism 'IQ' for heist/romance for an Irish (Dublin) castle like move of incomplete bureaucracy-arts and dodecahedrons.

A heist-adventure set in lovely Ireland. Thanks for reading! 

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You know what I did (in Dublin)? It was an eco-capitalism theater reflecting my love of Edward Abbey writing. I'm Mr. Amlan Satan, and I fashioned myself something of a James Bond in the universe of blood-diamond smugglers-coasts (African) exploitation placements for Euro-time (damn). Of course, I needed the perfect disguise, and maybe I got it (map-like!).

BANK MANAGER: This guy claimed he was investing in some eco-toy view.

INTERVIEW: Had sample water-guns pre-filled with acid.

BANK MANAGER: Burned (Ion-co.) vault-room box and placed glass toys.

INTERVIEW: Left insurance note with guardsman.

BANK MANAGER: Covered the security-camera with bubble-wrap.

INTERVIEW: Had guardsman dance to his recording of Israelites.

BANK MANAGER: Insurance note read, "Ion's prepaid eco-IQ for Zale."

INTERVIEW: Facebook-like...Interpol-relation...damn.

It was a beautiful deed, and I left a toy-gun for memento for the journals of the streets of Ireland (sure). My name's Amlan Satan, and this was a Dublin acquisition of treasure-islands superstition weight for social media circulation. Of course, all I thought of was Edward Abbey, my (secret!) inspiration (Selfie-like!).

The real spice of this weird faerie-tale concerns the teller-lady who became my wife (Esmerelda). An Algerian-Catholic living in Dublin and daughter of an ale-father of investor-hands who'd no knowledge of blood-diamond evil(s). This was Facebook-like for the Ego (ok).

EZZY (Esmerelda): You're no James Bond.

ME: I'm serious, you know.

EZZY: Had you ever been to Ireland?

ME: My sister had a job in Belfast, and I visited her there (once!).

EZZY: Right (Selfie-like!).

Do you want to know what I got Ezzy for our engagement-party (in Boston)? A lovely Irish piece of clean-jewelry consciousness (wow). Of course, I earned the sucker of Earth. I'm a Catholic but not Irish, but with Ezzy, I felt like Peter Pan (sure).

FATHER: You know why I write to you...I just saw Blood Diamond.

ME: Father, have no fear...I'm careful not to mix politics with adventure.

FATHER: Eco-capitalism is for mice and fallen-angels, son.

ME: Father, I assure you this is simplified view for a wedding (not Hell).

FATHER: Facebook-like?

Esmerelda/I moved to Brussels where I planned a special waffle-house for great capitalism sprout (ha). Of course, she'd a dream of being a world-fashions sari-merchant/designer, which is what I financed (now!). This was a faerie-tale of incomplete-distances readings of social media and consumerism 'consciousness' vanities of the Ego. Fortunately for Ezzy, it was something of a more securing variety and not one of those highwaymen-sad tales of 'dark' cleats (Facebook-like).

THE END

"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)