A Little Song For You
Sunday, 5. August 2007, 09:15:16
Sunday morning and I'm knackered. Reminds me of a time fourteen years ago...
The knock came at the door ripping me from my dreams. I dragged myself out of my bed, wrapped a towel around my waist and answered the door.
A friend from school, Chris, was waiting for me. He was bright red and looked like he'd been crying. I invited him in, made a couple of coffees and lit a cigar. I'd only recently started smoking them and had gotten a real taste for one in the morning.
"So, you gonna tell me what's going on or not?"
He just sat silently, sipping his coffee. I reached for the whisky and irished mine up, then slid the bottle across the table to him.
"Whatever's happening, surely it can't be that bad?"
Still he sat silent.
"Dude, I'm getting worried now..."
He finally opened up, and I realised that he was terrified and also a fool. He'd been in a newsagent's and seen a porn magazine, reached up to the top shelf to get it down, started to flick through it, then suddenly ran out the door without paying and taken the magazine with him. Now he was terrified that the police would be waiting for him when he got home.
"Right, you and I are heading back to that shop. We're not only gonna return the magazine, you're gonna apologise and pay for it as well. I'll sweet talk the guy and we can probably get you off with a warning." I knew the shop he was talking about and knew the owner hated the cops in this country and wouldn't contact them over something small like this, but it wouldn't hurt me to let Chris think he would.
We walked down the old out of use railway tracks to get there. I noticed a torn up porn magazine in the bush just before we exited and hit the road with the shop. I asked him whether that was what we were meant to be returning and he said it was but he was so ashamed he just destroyed it.
"You couldn't have mentioned that before? You've got no idea how hard this is gonna be now. Wait here." I left him there and stomped off to the shop, making a big show of being pissed off.
I walked in and told the owner what had happened and he made the coffee while I paid for the magazine and bought a pack of smokes. We had a laugh about it when I told him what had happened. Eventually I headed back to the railway tracks and told Chris it was all sorted, how much money he owed me and that next time he was on his own. Hopefully he learned his lesson.
The knock came at the door ripping me from my dreams. I dragged myself out of my bed, wrapped a towel around my waist and answered the door.
A friend from school, Chris, was waiting for me. He was bright red and looked like he'd been crying. I invited him in, made a couple of coffees and lit a cigar. I'd only recently started smoking them and had gotten a real taste for one in the morning.
"So, you gonna tell me what's going on or not?"
He just sat silently, sipping his coffee. I reached for the whisky and irished mine up, then slid the bottle across the table to him.
"Whatever's happening, surely it can't be that bad?"
Still he sat silent.
"Dude, I'm getting worried now..."
He finally opened up, and I realised that he was terrified and also a fool. He'd been in a newsagent's and seen a porn magazine, reached up to the top shelf to get it down, started to flick through it, then suddenly ran out the door without paying and taken the magazine with him. Now he was terrified that the police would be waiting for him when he got home.
"Right, you and I are heading back to that shop. We're not only gonna return the magazine, you're gonna apologise and pay for it as well. I'll sweet talk the guy and we can probably get you off with a warning." I knew the shop he was talking about and knew the owner hated the cops in this country and wouldn't contact them over something small like this, but it wouldn't hurt me to let Chris think he would.
We walked down the old out of use railway tracks to get there. I noticed a torn up porn magazine in the bush just before we exited and hit the road with the shop. I asked him whether that was what we were meant to be returning and he said it was but he was so ashamed he just destroyed it.
"You couldn't have mentioned that before? You've got no idea how hard this is gonna be now. Wait here." I left him there and stomped off to the shop, making a big show of being pissed off.
I walked in and told the owner what had happened and he made the coffee while I paid for the magazine and bought a pack of smokes. We had a laugh about it when I told him what had happened. Eventually I headed back to the railway tracks and told Chris it was all sorted, how much money he owed me and that next time he was on his own. Hopefully he learned his lesson.
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