The New York version – at least you won’t get prosecuted for it there
“What’s this?” I asked him.
“Well you can read, can’t you?” he said.
“OK, OK, listen, listen …”
“No. No more” the pirate was not to be messed with I could see.
“I need to tell you something” I tried.
“I don’t want to hear it”.
“Oh come on!”
“This has to stop now”.
“Jeeez. For how long?”
“At least one week. And then we see how it goes.”
“Whaa, one-week? That’s, that’s undo-able.”
“It will be good for you to write about ot-her things”.
“Well maybe we should exchange heads for a week then because there are no ot-her things in mine to write about at the moment”.
“There will be, just open your eyes and start looking at the world again, like you did before. You have been floating around long enough now.”
“Easy for you to say”
“What did you say?”
“I said, it’s easy for you to say”
“Oh, you think it’s so easy for me don’t you. Saying goodbye to a life at sea and now living in this huge city, sharing a place with a, admit it, quite crazy and not always easy girl and an albino rat. You think that was easy?”
“Well, ehrm no. Goodness, I thought you liked it here?”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean life is big fun all the time now does it”.
“No. No. You scare me a bit, you are not leaving are you? Maybe I should call S., for a few days in space. So I am out of your hair, or tentacles or something. I can write you a postca..”
“I already called S. to tell him that you are not going anywhere with him until both of your feet are solidly planted on the ground again. So he doesn’t want to have you in his hair either. And he absolutely agreed with me by the way. Cold turkey, it’s the best way.”
“It will do you good, believe me.”
Pffff. This is going to be a long week.
So long hearts
Off to school – paper and pen
Play your parts
Don?t make fools of us ? again