It was far too early in the morning to be trying to call you.
Bonjour still closes its door for this town's creatures. Keeping sterile doctors outside and drunken fresh graduates inside (sleeping on the floor, laughing) this haven of mine. They kept on yelling about their annual salary last night; big as heck that one guy paycheque could actually feed me for the rest of my life. I hate fresh graduates.
Then, Vince arrived. Finally. I have been longing for this town's polluted air since last night, since I got into a fight with these drunken fresh graduates. We were just throwing punches when each and every one of them threw up and fell into a sleep so deep I was almost convinced they were dead because of my lousy jabs. The truth is, that's what will happen to you when you're tired as heck and try to make it go away by letting poisonous substances into your messed up metabolism. I hate fresh graduates.
It was 5.05. It was still cold outside.
It was still far too early in the morning to be trying to call you.
So, I took one for the team. I reached my pocket and lit the last cigarette I had. From last night. From one of those drunken fresh graduates high-roller suit pocket. The one with the bowler hat. I mean, what. I hate fresh graduates.
The coffin nail was top-notch though.
It was 5.20. Vince called.
He needed help waking those drunken fresh graduates. We decided to burn them instead. Just joking. I took the chance to make that suggestion, but Vince did not allow me.
He said I would rot to death in the prison for doing that. I told him that would not be much of a problem looking at myself now. He slapped me in the face. Twice. I sent him a combination of left hook and an uppercut. We hugged. A brotherly one. He begged for me to have a good sleep back in my hometown. He even handed me an airplane ticket back to our hometown. That, and my brown leather suitcase.
It was 6.21. A boy scout walked into Bonjour.
Is it still too early in the morning to be trying to call you?
P.S. See you soon.
11 months ago