Fidel thinks.....

I'm jumping around the room to the music of The Clash and Fidel is sitting on the couch thinking ' what the hell is he doing'. And all of a sudden I've had enough of The Clash and I put Bossa n Roses on. And I smooch with myself. And Fidel thinks, 'what the hell is he doing?'
But then I go to him and stroke him under his chin. And then he understands....

Met groetjes aan Piep, Keesje, Rusty, De Dikke Witte,Billy, en natuurlijk Jezebel.
And Fidel thinks .... 'Nutter ".

On Call. (Again)

Nothing much has happened since my last call out.When I could have lost my life....
Old women with bladder infections and that sort thing are the order of the day.
But yesterday I knew my Honda was on it's last legs so I decided to take the 08:30 bus to my village practice three miles further up.
Rachid was new to his country route so I can't really blame him.
But I'm writing this with my right arm because he fucked my left arm up real good.
I understand that Rachid can't work for another two months.
I do what I can.
And my wife is still where she lies.

3 Million Miles Away......

Nothing worse.....

Nothing worse than torture.
I've been tortured for two months so I know what torture is.
Two months every year. That's my cross to bare.
But now I'm back in the real world and it's all falling apart.
HELP !!!!!!

Want to come home.

Lying in a ditch is no fun. I wanted to be home for Christmas. And here I am. Long way from home. Bleeding. Watching it all flow away. The worst thing is, is that I may never hold her hand again or do spoons. But I'm watching the drops fall and am praying that nothing worse falls on my head.

But then again, torture is worse.

Grow your own..

I went to the barber a couple of days ago. I will never laugh at anybody's haircut again.
I now imagine everyone bald. It's easy to do.
And then I see them in the hat that's their hair.
A creation of their own and their hairdresser's.
Nurture it into the proudest pineapple, mow it like the grass.
Feed it well !
Grow your own hat.!

D - day

Nobody can control what they think when they are dreaming.
She's not on the phone every day !
For the first time in years I dreamed of her.
And in the morning my answering machine is flashing.
And of course, it's her voice.
These kind of things fuck me up.
Why do they happen?

Oh, sorry, I was sleep typing.
None of this has ever happened !

A Miss Is As Good As A Mile. ( You Lucky Son Of A ....)

I can't brag about it because a miss is as good as a mile. My 100% record was gone.
But the cross of my sight was in the middle of his forehead. I swear it ! But the moment I shot he didn't fall. I was stunned; perplexed. The bodyguards knew something was going on so they had pulled him to the ground before I could gather enough control for a second attempt. This was the first time that this had ever happened to me , I was confused and didn't know what to do for a second or two. But I reacted quickly enough to pack my weapon away and get the hell out of there.
I cooley walked into a bar two blocks away and took six shots before I went back to my apartment.

And then six months later as I'm watching a ball game I get a flash of red in my eye. That day my reactions were perfect. The assholes hadn't covered the back exit. And I got the hell out of there. The hunter being hunted don't feel so good. I've lost my bottle and will look for other work.

I'm in transit. Greetings from Greenland.
Love, Cold Killer. XXX

Deja vu / Reincarnation.

I'm trying my very best. I always have done. I'm trying to get to the place where I should be. Instinctively. Always on the look out but you can't be aware of everything all the time. Using all my strength and all that's in my power to get there.

In the deep blue I've dodged sharks and ' friendly dolphins '. Friendly my arse!
And in the shallows I've been scraped by bears claws and have almost bitten on hooks.
But now here I am. The hardest trial of all. Swimming against a torrent. 20 tons of water pounding on my head.
Even though my brain is just less than the size of a pea it has a kind of flashback. I can almost remember doing this before. And I can vaguely hear the voice of David Attenborough. And in another flash I remember how it ends.
Which ever direction I choose it means death. So I choose to avoid the struggle of certain death, turn back and swim with the current. Now I'm moving. Now I'm having fun. And if only you could see the shocked eyes of of my comrades as they swim passed me with great desire.
And suddenly they have all passed me by and I am free.
I feel rebellious.
I feel scared.
Oh fuck. a shar.............

From Dakar to The Shetlands. (But then somewhere cold )

Even though we both had our helmets on before stepping into the car we looked each other in the eyes. Because of his vizier I couldn't see his mouth but I knew he was smiling. We had it in the bag. We've been partners for fifteen years. There's an understanding.
And we were so far ahead in the championship that we only turned up for the appearance money.
To cut a long story short, we were on top of the world but not paying attention to what was important.
I said to Sven, ( the driver ), " Straight ahead 60 " , and bugger me after 30 there was a tree slightly to the left !!!! We just scraped it but then veered off into a ditch to the right.
I've driven with drivers who have given me a punch in the head for a fault of one meter.
As we came to an unexpected,abrupt stop, Sven swung around to the right and I to the left. Our helmets smashed in to each other. We were chin to chin. We grinned at each other. Sven grabbed my helmet and said,"We are the winners" As we sank into what appeared to be a swamp........................

Old Shep.

My memory isn't so good. So all I can tell you is that my last memories begin with the sight of an open field and the chain being unleashed from my collar. And then I ran wild and free. Then I saw cotton candy floating around in the green sky.
I chased some down and bit in. .......... Again and again.
Very tasty.
And now this guy's looking down on me and he has a needle in his hand.
I was only having fun........

Through Time.

I can feel myself motionless , doing nothing. And that's just what I want and need. But everything's going on. A girl of sixteen who is now 43. I feel like a dirty old man when I think of her then.

I kind of get freaked out thinking about what I think and my only solution to the problem is to walk it off.
So I took to the streets. I saw a neighbour and ignored her, I had no news and no meaning. I stepped in dog shit, I swore. I passed shops, not much I like and nothing I can afford. I saw two people cuddling on a bench, aah. I looked in a bookshop and saw my own reflection, aaahhhh!!!!!
I took coffee and cigarettes in a bar , trying to heal myself. I step outside and a skinhead swears at me, I've never seen him before in my life. I've still got a mile and a half to reach the town center, and I almost give up. But not quite. I persevere. To my regret. I saw a woman screaming at a 3 year old, I almost caved in. More than one beggar tugged at me, it left me cold. I wanted to eat, I found a cafe. I ate well and began to relax. I smoked a cigarette. I stood up to go to the toilet. I was confronted by a grizzly. " Remember me " ? he roared heartily. I couldn't place him before I woke up 15 minutes ago. It's all very embarrassing.
But then again..... at the time...... I was very..very...vry.dr n dru ck............

The Most Beautiful Woman In The World.

It was two weeks ago that I had agreed to the lads night out. Then I was in the mood .

" So we come to the last pub on the crawl and I give my thanks to God and Allah. I'm getting to old for it. To be honest I'm way past the point of. I am. It's just hard to admit it. Yes that's right, Punk is dead! But then again the rest of the 'lads' haven't caught on yet either.
Anyway; the lads have sprawled themselves around a table and when I come back from ordering the drinks I'm not surprised to to find that the subject has turned back to women. I sit down opposite Dave. He's a huge man with pock marked skin and long straggly hair. I don't remember him saying a word the whole evening.
We are a sad bunch of 40 plussers who have lucked out for the past few hours with our corny lines and bravado.
" The most beautiful woman who ever lived", I hear, as I take my first sip of my fifth whisky. And that after all those pints.
" Madonna!", says Ian, 44, divorced, broken nose and with half his teeth missing. " Mature and wild sexy."
" Good choice " says Steve with half closed eyes, " but I fink...." he starts to drool, " Chritine Agua...." God he's pissed, " Bonnie.....Lira..". He starts to fall asleep in the middle of his unfathomable sentence.We poke him with force.
" Who Steve "?
" Crisheen Agleerrrrr" and he promptly falls off his stool. It's late so we don't bother to pick him up.We just smile at each other.
" Susan Sarronden" says Jamie. Almost 60, thick rimmed glasses and a beer belly like Kilimanjaro. We all smile at him sympathetically. He is the oldest of the bunch after all. When last orders are called Shane calls out , " A pint and a Scotch all around. Except for Steve." He's still on the ground.
Dave downs half his pint and then his whisky. He still says nothing.
" Marylin Monroe ", says Dean as he stands up. He gulps his whisky down and shoves his pint towards Ian. " And with that thought I shall go home to my lovely wife. If I can find a taxi at this time of night and if she will let me in." He stumbles out the door.
There's only six of us left.
More whiskies turn up.
The barman's okay.
I stand up to go to the toilet and that's when the commotion starts. Glasses flying, blood on the bar, a woman screaming and the wailing of sirens. If I remember correctly. I could be wrong. It's been known to happen on more than one occasion."

And now I'm looking at Dave standing in the dock. And the prosecutor is saying, " The defendant didn't seem to resist the original arrest but as he was being lead to the police car he suddenly turned and head butted an officer. He then elbowed another officer on the jaw and yelled ..... " I've got three words for you fucking wankers. WENDY VAN DIJK." Then he fell backwards on to his head."

Dave can't remember a fucking thing and neither can I. He gets 250 hours community service. He doesn't understand what for. I wake up in my own bed thinking about Wendy Van Dijk and knowing I've had a stroke of luck.

Beauty , racism and a heart of gold.

Damian is one of my closest friends. Not the sharpest knife in the draw and has a mouth like a sewer. I don't think I have ever heard him utter a sentence without at least one swear word in it. He could be talking to the queen and it wouldn't matter a fuck to him. He's six feet four , bald and built like a brick shit house. Looks like the type of guy who would lay you out for looking at him in the wrong way. But he's not like that at all. Even though , I wouldn't rub him up the wrong way. I've seen him fight. I've seen him pulverize three men at a time. But he's got a heart of gold. I've never seen him wear anything but a T-shirt. Well obviously jeans, socks and trainers and a leather jacket in winter but he never wears a shirt or a pullover.
Yesterday I was sitting in my local and had got talking to one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life. Dark hair , milky skin, dead brown eyes. But what was coming out of her mouth was puke. Scandalous. Rough racist crap.
I had to bite my lip. I really should have had the conviction to argue or put her in her place or just punch her in the mouth but her beauty had me mezmorized. I bit my lip so hard it started to bleed. Not cool. Full of frustration and weakness I was just about to leave when Damian walked in. He got a pint and came and sat with us. His imposing figure had no effect on the woman. She just carried on spouting. Race was obviously one of her favorite topics of conversation. I certainly hadn't started the conversation.
Damian had downed his pint within five minutes. He had listened intently for those five minutes and then went to get himself another pint. When he came back he said to the woman, " You really do talk a load of fucking shit don't you? I mean , who the fuck are you?" The woman stood up with a sour face and went into the ladies.
"Why the fuck are you talking to her," asked Damian. " She's a cunt! "
" Yeah, that's what I thought."
" No, she hasn't just got a cunt , she IS a cunt!!!"
"Sorry Damian, but I was hypnotized by her beauty. I was just about to leave because I couldn't stand it anymore and then you walked in."
" It's alright mate. She is beautiful, you are gullible and I'm a thick shit. Consider it sorted."
I didn't really get it. And that's not surprising either.
The woman came back and sat down and started immediately talking of what should be done with all the niggers and pakis.
Damian looked as sweet as pie and drained his glass. Then with a very swift action his glass broke in her face and he gave it a twist for good measure. Her hands rose to her face as she fell to the floor.
" One weapon less" said Damian as he ran for the door.
The woman lay screaming and writhing on the ground, ruining the carpet with all the blood.
And I just pissed myself laughing, full of relief.
The police took me in for talking to a beautiful woman who is no longer beautiful. They haven't pressed charges.

International Weather News. ( Just another day in Bagdad.)

" Good evening and welcome to International Weather News, I'm Tempesta Blizzaard. Well it's all been happening with the weather hasn't it? As we can see on the satellite picture over Great Britain and the rest of Europe it's still very unsettled. The storms that have been battering Europe are still persisting. Seven dead yesterday in Britain and a total of twenty three in the rest of Europe. We did warn you to stay at home. But did you listen? Did you hell! And despite all this you will probably go out today as well. Be it on your own head.
" So our forecast for the next twenty four hours in Britain is about nine deaths. Experts predict that another thirty or so people will die in the rest of Europe in the coming twenty four hours. These calculations were made without any forthcoming information from the Russian government. The Russians have been spared the storms but are struggling with temperatures of minus 30 and heavy snowfall in many parts of the country. The only thing a spokesman for president Poetin had to say was ; " Alot of our old people will die because of the unfortunate weather conditions. " We asked him what was alot? He had a broad smile on his face as he said " Many, many, many. "
An independent reporter in Moscow said he saw an old woman suddenly turn blue and drop dead in a breadline. And so it goes.

And if we flip over to the other side of the world we can see that Australia and Indonesia are having trouble with forest fires as a result of many months of drought. One firefighter died in Australia and two in Indonesia.
Our experts have predicted that at least five more will die in the region in the next twenty four hours.


And now moving on to The United States where they're having all kinds of everything. The Golden Gate Bridge was bending every which way but the police closed it off in time so no deaths there. But the biggest surprise was in Florida where temperatures of minus 50 in combination with a hurricane caused the deaths of 2000 people over the age of 78. President Bush said ; " At least they lived a life." Despite the temperatures and the wind chill factor, the excursion to Key West for 100 people over the age of 79 will still be going ahead. President Bush just grinned that moronic grin and said; " I'm sure some of them will make it. "

Moving on to Greenland now where 2 fishermen fell through the ice. They had visited that spot for the last twenty years but yesterday the ice was too thin because of the abnormal high temperatures in the region over the last three months. You've got to laugh haven't you. And so it goes. Meteorologists in Greenland were too confused to give a prediction for the coming 24 hours.

Even though I'm going to advise you not to go outside tomorrow I know some of you will. So my weather prediction for tomorrow is ; 9 deaths in Britain and about 35 deaths in the rest of Europe.
Not a bad forecast really. Better than a day in Baghdad. And now back to the studio."

Fuck Bill.

" I'll tell you how it is you little shit " he tried to look me in the eyes but couldn't focus. " You pay too much regard." I was pissed but he was much further. " You give people too much credit! They're not worth it. Not in general anyway. Most of it's sleaze and the rest is lies and deception. And you're in love with it all. I pity you. Asshole!"
He was still trying to fix on my eyes but was all over the place. "See that girl over there......What do you think of her?"
" I think she's gorgeous."
" Asshole; she's probably got three guys on the go and probably hates all of them. You have too much trust in human kind. You're an asshole! You need therapy or guidance. The world isn't black or white you tool, but full of greys with the occasional flash of reds and yellows. Your trouble is that you think too clearly."
He looked like he hadn't been loved for years. He had become hard without becoming bitter. He was a good laugh on a good day. He looked like shit but deep down he was a softy. Passionate neglect.
" Go'n' talk to her. See if I'm wrong."
" I have no desire ..................."
" ASSHOLE. That's your problem. You watch life go by before your eyes but you have no desire. You're a weak little shit." And with that he fell off his stool with a sickening thud. But he was still conscious so I helped him back on to his stool.
"You all right Bill?"
" Sure, I just didn't eat too well today " The affliction of every drunkard. " Go talk to her."
So I did. I walked over to her and her friend and asked them if they would like another drink. They were obviously Muslims, with the head scarfs and all, but they were drinking beer. They accepted! And we talked.
I've been married to Boushra for two and a half years now. And we are not bitter.

Fuck you Bill!!!!!!!!

The First Snowball And The First Strike Of Lightening. ( of 2007 )

There were no junior doctors available to take duty over the festive period so it fell to me . For the first time in twenty years. But I'm sixty four, one and a half years away from retirement, so I was not overjoyed at the prospect of being on call. My wife had died two years ago on new years eve at 23:55 of heart failure. Holding a glass of champagne she fell at my feet like a collapsing building.

A general practitioners life in this neck of the woods is none too exiting. And that's the way I like it.
I hoped I would live another year to toast my wife at the time of her death. I obviously had to stay sober in case of emergency. At 23:55 I stood in the garden staring in the direction of the nearest village which was three miles away. I had a glass of very watered down wine in my hand.
FLASH. It was 2007. Eight seconds later it was BANG. 2007. The village looked beautiful and I wept without purpose. The heavy white clouds were low and the fireworks permeated the atmosphere revealing beauty and danger.

At 00:15 I went back into the house to check on my Labrador, 'Taffy' . Taffy was okay. He was getting on and didn't hear too well anyway so the fireworks in the distance were no problem.
I drank a small port and smoked a cigar. At 01:00 I went to bed.
I woke at 08:00 and went downstairs, opened the back door for Taffy, and put on the kettle for a cup of tea. A very thin layer of snow had fallen. I couldn't face breakfast. To be quite honest I couldn't face the world but then the phone rang. Could I go out to a woman in the next village who was giving birth? I hadn't delivered a baby in more than 20 years. As I wrote down her address the only thing I could think was ' Stupid bitch. Why weren't you in hospital days ago?'
I changed in a hurry for someone of my age, made sure Taffy was inside and had enough food and then I started my Honda 500cc up and rode through my gate. There were only three houses between me and the next village which was 3 miles in a straight line. 2 dips and 2 hills but none the less a straight line.
All of a sudden as I was passing the second house on the way to the village a little boy jumped up from behind a low brick wall and threw a snowball at me. The stupid little fucker!!! There was no traffic at the best of times on this road so why now????? Why the fuck wasn't the stupid little git playing on his Playstation.?
I lost control of the bike and went arse over tit. Two saltos further I landed in the neighbours garden. The neighbour was Mrs. Jones who I have treated for the last 20 years. But I had now stood up after my fall in my leathers and darkened vizier and she came screaming toward me and proceeded to try to beat me up with a broom handle. She was deranged. She kept on hitting me despite the fact that I was shouting " Mrs. Jones, it"s me the doctor."
I spread my arms out and shouted " Happy Fucking New Year !!!!" I took my helmet off.
" Oh doctor , it's you."
" Yes it's me you silly bit.... ".. I began, but then all of a sudden she hit me again. At that moment I saw an enormous flash of lightning a mile further down the road. Three seconds later the clap of thunder struck Mrs. Jones to the ground. I helped her to her feet and took her inside.
Then my mobile rang.
" There's a fire at number................"
Exactly where I should have been.
Mother , father , baby didn't make it.
I did.
Mrs.Jones only just missed out.
And my wife is still where I left her.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY !!!!!!!!!!

D and H. ( Chapter Three. ) ( Part Two ).

At around six o' clock Sean and I were comfortably sipping the champagne he had bought to celebrate ' a day of advance ' as he put it and as he raised his glass.
" Do you want to try the " Dream Inducer ", he asked after we had been chatting for ten minutes or so.
" Thanks for the offer Sean but I think I'll wait 'till I see what it's effects are on other suckers first."
" Oh come on H. , one thing I do know about you is that you'll try anything. "
" And what would you suppose I would meditate on before I went to sleep? "
"Well anything. Danielle. A telephone call. A book. Another country.? "
" I like the way Danielle and me are, telephones scare the shit out of me , especially when I talk to myself, the book is not important and I'm just getting used to this country. "
" But you cast rune stones and you could use this in the same way. As advice or guidance."
" I could use another glass of champagne. "
He couldn't persuade me and at twenty to seven I left him with with a fresh bottle of champagne and a girl who had come to sit with us. Well, him actually.
I took the metro home.
I never know where to look on the subway. I lose myself in people and then they'll suddenly look up at me. At least on a train you can watch the houses flashing by or the countryside. I stood by the doors staring at my feet, hoping I wouldn't be too late for dinner. I don't mind letting most people down but to let Danielle down was painful.
I made it home on the dot of seven fifteen. " Not burnt, I hope."
" Not even started yet. We'll eat around quart fore nine. And then I thought we could go for a drink down the street if you like? "
" You seemed to have organized the whole evening. " She skipped over to me and her words poured like velvet honey in my ears.
" A quietly confidential celebration. "
" Don't you mean a quietly confident celebration? "
" I know what I mean..... You can help prepare the food. I know you won't refuse. "
" Oh really? "
" Yes really. You love me. " She said this as if it were some recent revelation. We rarely told each other that we loved each other and I thought that she may have thought that I had been taking her for granted somehow. Danielle put me to work cutting courgettes and carrots and shelling fresh peas.
" When you've finished that you can open some wine. And I bought a bottle of champagne for ' hoe zeg je dat' ?.... er, afters? "
" Yes, afters. James must have paid well. "
" He paid what he owed and a little bit extra because the exhibition went so well. "
All through the preparation I kept catching Danielle looking at me with an unworldly glaze in her eyes but I tried to pay it no heed. We laughingly sipped wine while the food was cooking and I couldn't help but notice that there was really something different about Danielle. She was her carefree and wild self but she seemed excited as though she were full of secrets that were dying to get out. Her positivity played off my cynicism and I wondered how we could be so good for each other? Actually I only knew that she was good for me. Then it hit me. This could be a fine farewell and I suddenly became concerned though tried to smile my way through my apprehension. We sat down , at last , to what amounted to a feast. The preparation had taken so long that we were on our second bottle of wine as Danielle filled our plates with spicy almost fluorescent vegetables each a sensation apart. I was starting to feel nervous and a little dizzy from the late afternoon champagne and the evenings' wine. I felt like I was loosing control, as though I had a question that had no answer and I would burst if none were given. Danielle looked at me before we began to enjoy the meal as if she wanted to pray or give thanks or something. She stared hard at me and then broke into a smile and raised her glass.
" To.. " she searched the ceiling for inspiration and then laughed..." everything. " It amused her very much so I smiled too, but missed the joke. The food was like a new adventure of indescribable tastes. Incomparable. We were silent for quite some time, savouring.
For the first time with Danielle the silence made me more nervous and I finally broke.
" I can't believe that you went to all this trouble just because an exhibition is finished. You were kind of weird this morning and you've certainly been a bit weird this evening. " She knew I knew.
" I must say that I have felt quite strange the whole day, like everything has become clearer but nothing in particular has changed. Nothing in fact. I just feel as though it has. "
I thought for a moment that she didn't know how to explain in detail in English but 99% of the Dutch of her age had a very good understanding of the language. "It's just I had this really vivid dream last night and it has stayed with me the whole day. " When she said the word dream I felt faint and shifted in my chair trying to make myself more comfortable but only succeeded in spilling my wine on my trousers. " I'm not really sure if I should say anything about it because I can't really explain the connection between what I dreamed and the way I feel. "
" And how do you feel? "
" Well..eh.. kind of married. " That wiped the forced grin off of my face. " I'll have to tell you the dream or you will have no chance of understanding what I mean. " I suddenly became much more sober. And so it was that for the second time that day a dream was revelled.

AND THE DREAM WAS TOMORROW OR THE NEXT DAY !!!!!!

End of 'Old news'.

As I didn't know where things were going to lead I, didn't know what I should follow. I decided that intuition was the best policy, so I picked up a newspaper to spend some time with the problems of a personal nature, politicians, the general public, the weather and belief. I was neither surprised nor disappointed by any of them. And after a half an hour of commiserating with the outside world I looked up at the bar keeper who was talking to a barfly of about 60. The bar keeper was a charicature of somebody famous who made their living doing charicatures of famous people. I seldom laugh out loud and and never previously had I spontaneously started giggling for no reason but it overcame me then. I picked up the newspaper and pointed to nothing in particular to excuse my private outburst. The barman gave me a nod. It was time to go. I stood up and took a quick glance below. All the fly buttons were buttoned up. It was safe to go back to the unpredictable streets. What happened after that is too weird to go into!!!!!

D and H. ( Chapter Three. ) ( Part one.)

The people Sean met were ' Dream Scientists ' , he informed me later in the car on the way back. I hadn't hung around to find out. I went to look at the town but ended up sitting outside a cafe for three hours listening to two old men. It went something like this:
" She had gold claws tipped with sharp cut diamonds, lifeless eyes waiting for heaven, and a beauty ravaged by past conquests. "
" One a month for forty years they say in her land."
" If the truth be known I admired her habit of slow diving at just the right time in rhythm with the mood of the moment. If we had seen then what we see now things would all be different. And for the better! But it's too late now unfortunately. At least we sleep real sleep now that we know. "
" My brother lies upon the rocks. "
" I understand. "
" I pass no judgement. "
"But many do judge and falsely accuse. Time is a trial, I can't deny. Too heavy to hurry. Three days ago I met a man who I saw standing staring in a shop window. He stared at something for an hour and for an hour I watched him in the pouring rain. Eventually I went over to him and asked him what he was looking at. He pointed to a very expensive looking watch and said, " I've thought my whole life that time is money but now it doesn't add up. I wanted to buy that watch but the more I looked at it the more time became ridiculous to me. I don't know where I went wrong but I have no real need of a watch. Nobody does." " A happy man I thought. Reminded me of tangled trip tunes."
" What time is love?"
" Exactly. "
" The secret of his success ; he got intense. "
" Many ways to succeed. I knew a man, personally, who could showboat and win. Effortless grace that claimed good fortune. Nothing could touch him. "
" Was he a happy man. "
" I believe he believed he was a happy man. "
" Hardly the same thing though. "
" I wouldn't know.."
" Oh no, of course , I'd heard........"

Then they stopped talking gibberish and burst into hysterical laughter. Jesus, I thought I was tripping.The whole afternoon was a ball and I was getting paid for it. ( I hoped. )

LIKE A FOOL I GIVE YOU CANDY.

AND I STEAL !!!!!!!!!!

D and H. Chapter Two.

Danielle owned an art gallery. It sounds impressive but it was actually a very low budget affair. She worked so hard to make it a success. She did everything from the books to the cleaning. She loved it. It was her reason for living. Sometimes she was poor and other times she was well off but she couldn't of cared less either way. Money was not the object of her passion. Mostly she was helping out friends and acquaintances, but then again she had quite a clique of friends. Hangers-on were also welcome. I met her at a party at the gallery which had been open a year or something. I was the friend of a friend.
She stood out in misty blue satin. At first, at a distance at least, it seemed she had an aura that everyone was afraid of and yet at the same time warmly drawn to. Enchanting. Wild dyed red hair, milk skin, bright brown eyes hinting madness. She swore she knew me from somewhere but couldn't place me though she was wrong. She held my arm lightly as we spoke for the first time as though it was the most natural of things to do. She kissed my cheek softly when I left , as if to say " I do know you.".
After a month we were seeing each other as good friends once or twice a week and six months later we became lovers.
She wore colours then. She unconsciously wore more black, grey and white as time wore on. But always deep blood red lipstick. I think we only had one thing in common then. We both thought that life was a joke.
THE JOKE WAS ON US . !

( Part 3 tomorrow. )