08.26.08
Posted by Varies at 9:36 am in Helsinki
Orphan fighter is on hold this week. I could have written something yesterday, but I was too busy reading skip beat. I’m happy to say that I got through 106 chapters (~3180 pages). Today, I’ll be packing my bags and doing last minute preparation for a trip to the Northwest. I could probably also have written something today as well, but no dice. Naturally, from Wednesday through Friday, when I’m out of the state (of emergency? of mind?), I won’t have time to “write” because I’ll be too busy eating fresh seafood and attending PAX.
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08.25.08
Posted by Varies at 12:36 am in Helsinki
…You’re a mystery I don’t want to solve. It’s like something out of a Greek tragedy. You’re the puzzle that, once solved, will ruin my life forever. You’re the knot that, once unraveled, will make the world fall apart.
I’d tell you to go away, but I don’t need to. You’re already on another planet.
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08.22.08
Posted by Varies at 10:24 pm in cereal
A few days later, I got a call from Dale. He wanted me down at the office in an hour. I was annoyed. It was 2 PM, and I didn’t feel like getting out of bed yet. Still, I felt obligated to be there, so I fell out of bed and tidied up. 50 minutes later, I was at the office. Doris greeted me and said that Dale would be out soon. I didn’t feel much like talking, so I excused myself and loitered in the lobby.
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08.21.08
Posted by Varies at 10:19 pm in cereal
Still fuming over the inexplicable lifestyle choices of my former friend Ferdinando, I went back to Dale’s office building. There was nothing I wanted more than to prove Ferdinando wrong. Getting out of the life? Why would anyone want to do something like that? We had it all. We were free from responsibilities and monotony. Why anyone would want to chain himself to a life of routine was a mystery. I pushed my way through the door and stopped at the front desk. The receptionist looked up, and, recognising me from earlier, she told me politely that Dale had already left for the day. I could have lost it then — my last resort had failed, and I didn’t have a plan anymore. I took a closer look at the lady at the desk. She looked all right. Maybe she’d take my mind off of things.
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08.20.08
Posted by Varies at 9:12 pm in cereal
Ferdinando called me later that week asking to hang out. I was down with that, so it wasn’t long before we convened at the old diner. Oddly enough, he was already in the booth by the time I got there. It wasn’t normal, I tell ya. He’d never beat me to the punch in his life. I brushed it off, though, citing some quip I heard once about broken clocks being right twice a day.
“Yooo, Ferd! What’s the good word?”
He reached over and bumped my outstretched fist.
“Jus’ chillin’, bro. You know how it go.”
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08.19.08
Posted by Varies at 9:12 pm in cereal
A few hours of downing expressos later, I was pretty amped up for the meeting with my prospective boss. The place was not at all like the LCO. The LCO was like an old haunted house or something while Dale’s was like business office. I walked in and the receptionist at the front desk asked me if I was looking into adoption. When I told her that I was here to see Dale, she buzzed him over the intercom and he was out to greet me. He had the air of a car salesman about him, and he greeted me like an old friend.
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08.18.08
Posted by Varies at 9:12 pm in cereal
Having nothing better to do, I went down to the part of the city where Dale’s House of Orphans was operating. Unlike the LCO, which was in the middle of nowhere, Dale’s was in the heart of the city. It was around the corner from a hospital and across the street from a high school. I had a hunch that the location was deliberate — what with all the teenage pregnancies these days. While I was scoping out the block, I stopped in at a coffee shop to order a pick-me-up. Sure was cold that day, and I hadn’t slept much the night before, either.
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08.15.08
Posted by Varies at 5:01 pm in cereal
It’d be a pain to describe all the night’s action, so I’ll just point you to the results.
I won. Big. I went in with 2.5 G and walked out with 10 big ones. That’s the power of intuition, my friends. Of course, I wasn’t completely satisfied. For as much as I pulled in, the bozos running the show probably made double. They didn’t have to gamble, either. All they had to do was take a cut of the ticket sales.
As a man who always has his eye on bigger fish, I was itching to get in on that sweet little gig. So, while waiting in line to get my winning tickets cashed, I couldn’t help myself when I saw one of the dudes who I’d seen coming out of the euro cars earlier.
“Hi,” I said. I had the feeling that I was going to have to reel it in slowly with this guy.
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08.14.08
Posted by Varies at 4:52 pm in cereal
I had arrived a few minutes early, so I sat around for a bit and took in the atmosphere. There were a few tough-looking dudes carrying trays stacked with coloured tickets. That reminded me — I had to figure out the betting system before things got rolling if I wanted to get the most out of the night’s action.
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08.13.08
Posted by Varies at 5:42 pm in cereal
It wasn’t until the day of the meeting that I remembered that I hadn’t asked Ferdinando when we were supposed to get there. What? I was too busy getting other people to pay back their debts to bother with much else.
Anyway, I called up Ferdi and asked him when the meeting was.
“Yo Ferd, what’s up?”
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