Jim
Before I started work, I spent weeks wandering the streets, wondering why I left when it feels so right - now. You know regret is worthless, but still, I had to blink at the path. Forgetting to remember. Remembering to forget. Laughing at nothing.
I kept running into people.
I went to a little boy's birthday party - number 1, beginning of fun.
Who was the first person I talked to?
Jim was standing by himself, fiddling with his phone. I had known him as a customer. I would have been happy to have a beer with him and pick his brain. Alas, there wasn't time. A year ago I might have wanted to avoid him to avoid what I associate him with. Two years ago I walked by a cafe in Pest and saw him inside. I kept walking home and called my mother. I told her I had to go back. I went back. He was gone.
I kept running into people.
I went to a little boy's birthday party - number 1, beginning of fun.
Who was the first person I talked to?
Jim was standing by himself, fiddling with his phone. I had known him as a customer. I would have been happy to have a beer with him and pick his brain. Alas, there wasn't time. A year ago I might have wanted to avoid him to avoid what I associate him with. Two years ago I walked by a cafe in Pest and saw him inside. I kept walking home and called my mother. I told her I had to go back. I went back. He was gone.
A year ago, more, less, who knows, I found his business card. I recycled it. "Will I really see him again?" I remembered the screenplay he had been working on: A group of Ukrainian bakers took on SS soldiers in football. They had to lose to stay alive and save Nazi face. They played to win.
"How the hell are you, Jim?"
"Man, how are you? What have you been up to?"
Where do you start?
"I've had a strange week. Many things have run clear," he spoke slowly, deliberately, chewing on each word.
"Are you talking about epiphanies, or following the signs..."
"Yeah, it's hard to explain. It was like my subconscious was hovering around my head, a bubble. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I saw everything in a different light."
"I might know what you mean."
"It was like my third eye, you know, the pineal gland," his finger fell on his forehead, "was bursting out of my head."
Jej. I had never met someone who had experienced the same 'spells'. A few people tried to join our circle of two, wanting to say hi, being polite, but it wasn't a conversation for everyone.
I told him some of the things I had felt and seen, but in the end he still had to ask:
"Do you think I'm crazy?"
I had to smile.
"Man, it was so good to see you and talk about this," he stood up to leave. "Thank you."
We promised to go for a drink.
Prague circles, čoody burkels, hoobydy durkels.
"How the hell are you, Jim?"
"Man, how are you? What have you been up to?"
Where do you start?
"I've had a strange week. Many things have run clear," he spoke slowly, deliberately, chewing on each word.
"Are you talking about epiphanies, or following the signs..."
"Yeah, it's hard to explain. It was like my subconscious was hovering around my head, a bubble. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I saw everything in a different light."
"I might know what you mean."
"It was like my third eye, you know, the pineal gland," his finger fell on his forehead, "was bursting out of my head."
Jej. I had never met someone who had experienced the same 'spells'. A few people tried to join our circle of two, wanting to say hi, being polite, but it wasn't a conversation for everyone.
I told him some of the things I had felt and seen, but in the end he still had to ask:
"Do you think I'm crazy?"
I had to smile.
"Man, it was so good to see you and talk about this," he stood up to leave. "Thank you."
We promised to go for a drink.
Prague circles, čoody burkels, hoobydy durkels.
So...I'm still thinking of my new fiction....so if i can write 6 pages this sun, i'll buy you guys drink!!!
ReplyDeleteMy flat mate is going to upload today!
BTW I'll read this story tonight cuz finally i don't work this week!