%$#! The most attractive item of my new home was a very huge tree (around 30m height) just outsite the window. I could touch it’s top from my balcony and everytime it rained, I woke up in the morning with that smell of fresh grass (in a city were there is almost no nature around us), thanks to that nice tree.
And today there came a fucking lightening from out of fucking nowhere and destroyed the tree, knocking it dead on the ground in seconds. FUCK! Oh, and two cars got smashed like, coke cans. Pretty amazing scene, all in all.
PS: I was told that the lightening hit the tree just 5 minutes after I left the building. Ha-ha! Keep trying, stupid lightening!
I have no schedule for the present, I have no plan for the future. And it feels so right to me. Everytime someone asks me what I will do next I make up a different path I could possibly go.
All the time I say to myself: Everything will be fine. Relax. Take risks, do mistakes, break out of the system and the limitations because that is what makes you unique to other people out there. You can go to school at some point, but school is not life. Life is school.
Now I don’t know a ton about girls, I’ll be the first to admit it. I don’t know if they like being hit on, if size matters, or where they pee out of. It’s a mystery like the bermuda triangle, but one thing I do know is that girls love a mysterious adventure.
This is why when I’m out on a date and things are getting a little stale, I will pay the waiter $40 to come up to the table and say “Sorry to inturupt, Mr. White but TIRAMISU is not on the menu” and then give me a menacing nod. Then I will put a very serious look on my face, jump up,punch the waiter in the face flip the table and grab my date by the hand say “They found me, we have to leave now, follow me”. Then I dart out the back door and jump in my car. I say “I’m sorry you have become a part of this, but if you don’t do what I say they will kill you to get to me.”
As she gets scared i yell “How do they know about Berlin!..your cell phone, give me your cell phone” Then I open up the back of her phone and and say “Bugged” and then throw it out the window of my Mitsubishi Lancer. Than I drop her off under a bridge and tell her to meet me in the Marion Hotel under the name Samantha Stone in 40 minutes. After we bang, I tell her to go underground for a few weeks and to “stay off the grid”.
They usually see me at a Jamba-Juice a few weeks later and get really upset, but deep down I bet they had a lot of fun.