Varied Ways by Frank Quartz

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Varied Ways

by Frank Quartz

 A book of writing on Frank’s life and more. Frank Quartz. A man from Europe. He loves Amy. He was a soldier. He has lived in many European countries. Just now he works in a bar in Portugal. He was once a soldier and Special Forces operative. He served in Venezuela. That was a war that never happened. It touched him deeply. PTSD hurts him and Amy. Yet Frank has no regrets and would do it all again. Read his story here in the poems and short stories. Are you like Frank?

In Albania

 

 

In Albania

Frank spent three months living in Albania once. He stayed with his friend. His friend was a gangster and dealt with ‘fake’ money made with a stolen press. The quality of the money was equal to that produced in the official government mint. That was where the machine was from. Frank helped his friend out while there. Being an ex soldier, he knew how to secure a building or check for threats or plan a route to safely move the money. Frank dressed like his friend. Never too flashy or too scruffy. No unwanted attention would be brought then. His friend was aware of who knew what. It was impossible to keep it secret. Money bought silence. Those who did grass were dealt with. Frank eradicated a rival who tried grassing to the cops. The cops were bought by Frank’s mate so it was no issue. It was the cops who delivered the grass to Frank and his friend. The grass was very surprised but half expected it. He took what was coming like a man. Never fought back, tried to escape or make a scene. They took him to a secluded forest with an area for executions and graves. All three men shared cigarettes. Frank asked the man if he had any last words. The man said tell his brother to take care of his wife and daughter. It was over quickly and the grass didn’t suffer. Two shots in the face took away his identity and life. He fell forwards flat out dead. They removed his watch, belt and shoes. Those were expensive items. He was buried six feet below. Later, back in the city Frank and his mate drank heavily. They toasted to a job well done and to the dead man. Even though he was a grass they remembered him. He’d done the wrong thing and had to pay the price. It was that simple. His family would be bought off so there would be no blood feud. Business was business and there were rules to follow. Frank did other things in Albania. He fucked the best prostitutes in Tirana, went hiking on Albania’s highest and best peaks, explored old military tunnels still full of decaying Soviet Mig fighter jets, and scratched his head at the many small concrete gun bunkers that dotted the landscape. His three months in Albania was constructive, informative and paid well. Frank promised his friend to return in future.

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Meet Frank Quartz

 

Meet Frank Quartz

I am Frank Quartz. I am just me. I am a man from Europe. Not from any country in particular. I have a few friends and all are interesting people. They are, well, my friends. I’m not sure what you would think of them. I like them and trust them as they do me. They are in my life for a reason. All things happen for a reason. Like when I met my ex-galfriend Amy in work. We were together for two and a half years and were fine till she left me. We are still friends but fight like cat and dog. There are no issues except my moods and that she left me.

 

Life moves on. I met a bisexual lover called Tony. He sucks a mean chopper. His cock was small and mine was bigger. He thought I had a big cock and asked to see it. I guess it was the bulge in my Speedo swimming trunks. The bulge grew bigger when he said Hi and rubbed my inner thighs! His hand was soon caressing my cock and down my trunks. We went over to the harbor wall and he wanked and sucked me dry. Later that day I took him out to a bar. We drank ate and then had sex on the beach. I never do anal or take it but am fine with mutual wanking and being sucked off. I don’t suck though. We were together three months then he ghosted me.

 

After that I met several gals who were lovers and confidantes. I needed someone to talk about my battle service. They lent me their ears and bodies. A fine time it was. Life slowly moves on. I have bad moods. This was why Amy and I fought as friends. I give a good fight both in the ring and with words. It can be hard knowing when to stop. Especially when being a walking weapon like I am. I try to be one of the grey people. Being noticed is no good. You understand.

 

My name Frank Quartz is named after Frankenstein and the quartz crystals. I was called Frankenstein as a kid due to my long head. Years later I got into goth subculture and never looked back. The quartz rocks are from pebbles on the mountains where I used to hike before. All is part of my life. Like my hands and feet.

 

For a job I’m a waiter in a bar. I do a couple of hours per day. I’m ok at it but not an expert. It keeps me busy and gets me out of my small rented house. I meet people and have good conversations. I meet varied people from fishermen to artists to drivers. All part of the local scene as I am. Some move about like me. The work is seasonal and varied. I spend Winter in Southern Europe. My home country is cold and I don’t like that. It affects my bones. An ailment from my service long ago.

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