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Garbage-Guru-425 X 687
Garbage-Guru-425 X 687
Boaz Zippor
Bangkok 2022
Garbage Guru 3 Scorpio Clouds 239
The Dealer 39 The Colonel 245
Fridge Connection 63 The NGO Gang 256
Government Gig 76 Carpenter 270
Protection Pendant 85 Poster Ploi 279
Your Generation 104 Saving Rosalinda 295
Treasure Tuang 109 The Ugly Couple 324
Dumb 123 Big Ned 337
Quantum Cats 147 Magic Shampoo 351
Garbage Granny 164 Teachers Pet 366
The New Guy 179 Unliked 377
Ghosts Next Door 191 Not Single Malt 386
Toy Car 205 The game 397
The Job 226 The End 408
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Garbage Guru
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my life. You know, that is not really connected.
On any level.
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And he was not even very spiritual. I mean, he
was, like most people here in this country, and
as you know, poor people are usually more
spiritual than others, because when you live in
a slum you really do need to believe there is
something more, something bigger, some plan
you are not aware of, some force bigger than
yourself and your surroundings that might
come and help you one day. If you just put the
right kind of flowers on the right kind of statue,
if you just put the right candy and candles in
front of the right fake god made of wood and
covered with happy shiny colors. You have to
believe in something so you will be s
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And people smiled when they saw him, they
were filled with sudden joy, a simple joy, a
feeling of being at ease, that everything is ok, all
just by seeing him pass by, nodding to
someone, wai-ing with his hands to some old
woman, stopping to pat a child on the head.
You know, like all politicians try to do, as they
try to fake that they care, but in his case it was
real. He really did care. And it showed. People
smiled.
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ordered some, letting people pass him in the
que, smiling and chatting with them as they
wait.
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wanted to be more than just a kid, but the beard
just looked like he forgot to wipe his face.
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reminded us the real age of that building, the
history it has, the stories it holds. As if the wind
set free something inside it, and it speaks to us,
trying to communicate, to tell us something, to
teach us something.
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They were out of luck and got caught. Not their
fault. They were often bitter about being
caught, like it was a great injustice. They are
supposed to be sitting on some beach drinking
mai-tai with bikini models and spending left
and right, but instead, because of that damn
luck thing, they are stuck here in jail for the
next five years. That is just not right.
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There was very little violence in these stories.
Not that the prison was not a violent place, or
that the inmates were nice people, not at all. In
fact, that particular jail was known for its
vicious prisoners, with murderers and rapists
filling the cells, it was not a peaceful place at all.
The people there had enough blood on their
hands to fill a couple of swimming pools, and
most of them were not showing any sign of
changing their ways. It was a dog-eat-dog
world out there, and inside the prison it was
more of a hyena constant battle, so even worse.
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“whacked” or “erased” they got an elbow in
their ribs and quickly regained their
composure, and continued the story in the
child-proof version.
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need to make sure people know it, you are just
you. and the nice thing about people? Their
imagination. If you project a sense of power,
they would assume you have much more
power than you really have. I mean, to act like
this? He must be so powerful I cannot even
imagine it. And that worked in his favor, that
completed the show, the façade, the mask. A
mask he did not know he was wearing, but that
fit him so well.
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night and fell off his bed breaking both his
arms. You have to be careful how you sleep.
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This small office, with not much more than two
sick beds and a small desk, was holier than any
church. than any temple. It was hallowed
grounds. Sometimes the beds were occupied by
enemies, rivals, sometimes even two people
who just tried to kill each other and got bruised
and cut and now find themselves in the nursery
together, lying next to each other.
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she asked for. It really was not that much to ask
for, was it?
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And they knew. And she knew. And they were
nice. And the nursery was a pleasant place, a
place of peace, of healing, of resting. It was a
sanctuary. And this is where he grew up. This
is where he was formed, as a man.
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you take care of other people. take care, or just
at least care, that is a good start too.
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garbage guru. From the garbage I come, to the
garbage I go, blessed be the garbage. The
garbage guru has spoken. And he laughed so
hard he fell back on the couch, with that
famous plastic cover making a crackling noise
as his body landed and rolled to the side, still
laughing hysterically.
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he made up for it with sheer crazy. He was
really a wild dog. Or at least that is what the
legends were saying, he was a vicious insane
rabies infected dog that you don’t want to mess
with.
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this hobby quiet, on the down low, in his room
when no one sees. Because an image is an
image, and you can’t ruin a good story by
sticking to the truth, no, that is a dumb thing to
do, and as I said, he was quite a smart guy.
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He had a nose for good picks. He was not sure
why or how, but most of his choices were quite
successful, quite profitable. He took some risks
that paid out, and a couple of years later he
now has a pretty penny saved up. Not a lot, not
a hidden treasure, but more than anyone would
expect, than anyone would imagine a slum
garbage guru bodyguard would have.
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well, he might be really boring. I am just
saying.
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Dog and Subway were with the guru for the
better part of a decade already, both started as
carton folders in the warehouse, doing odd
jobs, cleaning around, they grew up here, they
knew the story, they lived it. Now they get paid
to do nothing. And a good bodyguard is one
who knows how to make sure they have to do
nothing, because when a body guard has to do
something, it is usually already too late, and
besides, doing something is hard and it is hot
today, and who has the energy for that
headache. And they were very good at doing
nothing. It came naturally to them. All they had
to do was be themselves, make a scary face
when someone gets too close or too loud and
make sure they can continue to do nothing.
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That was the big problem of the slums, they
were keeping people down, letting them
survive but not have enough energy to do
anything more than that. Always tired, always
poor, always worried, always afraid. So, most
of them gave up and just did the minimum
possible to survive. Nobody here talked about
savings or investments, especially in the last
couple of years, they were worried about the
rent, the little they had to pay for the hut or
shack they lived in, they were worried about
dinner or when is the next time they will be
even able to have one.
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government money they want, we don’t have
money anyway. Who cares?
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The visitor walked closer to them, and it took a
second or two for their eyes to adjust to the
darkness of the warehouse after the open door
brought in all that joyful sunlight that hurt their
eyes. When he walked closer, they saw it was
jailee, the fruit vendor.
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The dealer
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comes in can see it. In its box. One day he will
try to see how it works or what does it actually
do. no rush.
Oh, that was bad news, yes, that was not good,
that might actually be a real problem. The guru
had a very deep dislike to drugs and especially
to drug dealers. He saw the effects of drugs on
people, in the jail where his mother worked, but
also on the streets of the slums, close to home,
as real as it gets. He saw what it did to people,
to families, to the victims of the crimes
committed to get the drugs. he did not like it,
not at all.
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convince them that maybe it is better if they
will be somewhere else.
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People will talk about it for generations to
come.
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If she met a drug dealer out there, well, very
little that he could do about it.
The guru finished the tea from the cup, and put
his hands together in a wai gesture to bless the
guest but also to hint that his time is up.
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Guru sat there thinking for a while. It was not
an easy problem and he had to find the perfect
way to handle it, the perfect words, the right
attitude.
He looked at Dog.
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Yes, eating on it seems to be responsible for
some expansion in the waste line of the guru,
pushing him to wear more spiritual clothes,
you know, loosely hanging and wavy, that
symbolize freedom but actually just hide a nice
big belly.
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The truth is, that it is not like the guru does this
every time he eats, because let’s face it, that is a
lot of energy for just something to fill your
stomach, all that thinking. But he pretends to
do it, because it means he doesn’t have to talk,
and he doesn’t like to talk during meals. This
way people think he is concentrated on the
mindful eating thing, so they don’t disturb him.
Told you he was not stupid.
The car was red. Very red. But not gaudy red,
not lipstick red, it was dark red, like expensive
wine red. It was spectacular. Open top, shiny
chrome, smooth lines. Top of the line. It was
high quality.
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And the kid who was sitting in it, humming to
some tune in the radio, looked high quality too.
I mean, he did look like a punk, with some
strange hipster hairdo and clothes that look just
a little too expensive to be actually cool, but
that were trying really hard to be just that. He
was a pretty boy. didn’t look like your typical
drug dealer. Maybe he was high up the chain,
but then again, he is too young.
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The kid laughed. “What graduation? I dropped
out after two semesters, was enough for me.
Waste of time. “
guru felt a wave of antagonism starting to rise
inside his stomach, but he pushed it down and
just tried to get as much information as he can
get, before making up his mind about the guy
and what to do next.
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The kid laughed. “You old people don’t get it.
It’s not about the age, it’s about the hustle, it is
what you make for yourself. Dude, it is all
about potential, all about the drive. I told you;
university is a waste of time.”
The guru was not sure what the kid was talking
about, but he didn’t want to show his
ignorance. Saving face and all, guru or not guru
you have to be human in the end, and he had to
hide the fact there is something he doesn’t
know.
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“Party, you know, you take it in a party, no?”
the guru tried again but was already aware he
was not on the right track and there might have
been some misunderstanding here.
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“I see…” guru started again, but he had to
admit to himself that he still did not see
anything.
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“Dude, check out the sick sound system man”
the kid turned up the volume again to some
rhythmic music-like noise, and he started
swaying with it, his smile transforming from
enlightened to idiotic, and again became just a
silly teenager with a flashy car.
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“People buy them and I take my commission.
3% of all sales. If everything goes as planned,
next year I will buy a nice condo. Maybe
something near the river.” The kid was
beaming with pride.
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The kid was not stupid. He might be a Douch
bag, but he was not stupid.
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and nothing is a coincidence and every action
has a reaction, and the dominos start to fall here
but you never know where they will turn.
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This group of kids was not an official gang, but
they were known around as those sneaky
bastards so I guess that would be their official
name. sneaky Basterds with sticky fingers.
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to run over and ring his bell. That is fun. That is
an adventure. That is what kids do.
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Fridge connection
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to the throne, which made another annoying
plastic creaking noise as he sat down.
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expect them. Guru was happy. He liked Indian
food. Everybody likes Indian food. And as we
said, Boris made excellent Indian food.
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When they could not stuff another grain of rice
to their mouth, all three sat back and relaxed,
and as the young waiter took away the empty
dirty dishes, boris came with a plate of sweets,
a pot of tea and four cups. He looked at the
three semi-conscious poor souls and laughed.
He sat down and poured the tea.
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Guru settled in his place, trying to find the most
comfortable position on the small plastic tool,
and in the end decided on leaning forward so
he can put his arms on the table for balance.
These small chairs were perfect for sitting down
for a quick meal, but they were anything but
comfortable. He missed his throne, but was too
lazy to walk all the way back to the palace on
such a full stomach. Even as it is, he found it
hard to convince some of his blood to flow to
his head and not just to the belly to help the
digestion process.
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Guru breathed in, and continued.
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“khun toi was happy with the new cable so he
agreed to give the old baby carriage that they
don’t use, as their boy is already running
around like crazy making havoc everywhere, to
khun max who just had a baby girl.
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good hands, good head, he can fix anything. He
really can.”
Guru smiled.
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“khun mon got the sponsor for khun fran, who
got the cable for khun toi, who got the baby
carriage to khun max, who got the braces for
khun lek, who fixed the roof for khun cello,
who sent his brother to help you. very simple.”
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Guru smiled to himself as he heard these words
coming out of his mouth. He was still
sometimes entertained by the fact he is some
kind of guru, and when he dispensed these
kinds of profound truths, with a serious face,
after a good story, well, he actually did feel like
a guru.
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Government gig
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The Livingroom was full of big carton boxes.
He sat down on the couch.
He turned to guru.
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And from there, the incompetence just brings
more chaos.
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Protection pendant
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around, and then finally sat down. You know
how dogs always do that thing where they turn
around a couple of times on the same spot until
they find the right direction to sleep in? it was
the same thing, but a little funnier.
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making tea for everyone. They just got fresh
oolong tea that was so fragrant you were
oolonging to be in the oolongated tea fields of
the Chinese emperor himself.
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A minute passed, and the sobbing subsided.
Rara raised his head and looked at guru with
the most pathetic poor face you can imagine.
He opened his mouth to say something but at
that moment, the leg of the chair he was sitting
on gave up and broke right in the middle,
throwing him to the floor.
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“It is like this for a week. Eight days actually. I
am fucked. I am fuckfuckfuckfucked.”
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“On the way over here I stopped to look at the
flowers in the corner, and a bee stung me right
in the eye”
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fluffy purring precious sweet cat. Not exactly
the devil incarnate. But then again, he was not
rara.
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He knew people paid a lot of money for them,
and that there was a big market to exchange
them, collect them, but he was never really into
all the witchcraft and supernatural stuff.
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pause, it was a tool, a nonverbal tool, a
movement that says so much with so little.
“For example?”
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The guru looked down at his pendant. “This?
This old thing? This is for luck, not for
protection. I won it in a cards game many years
ago. Remember the shaving cream sales man
with the glass eye? I won it from him. It was a
lucky day, so I wear it for luck. Not protection.”
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“But think of all the bad things that could
happen, worse things, much worse things.”
Guru sighed.
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lower, not that it made a difference, it was just
in the whole vibe he gave, his essence, a little
less than anything. Just a little.
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“The pendants that these people wear, the other
people, ALL the people, all those people, are
they stronger than the pendant you had?”
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“Well, no, I don’t exactly know, I mean It was a
famous monk, very big. From that temple, you
know, the famous one. A long time ago. I paid a
lot of money for it.”
Guru smiled.
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Rara looked at him, and then smiled. A big
smile. A real smile.
And that was the first time rara was free, free
from superstitions, free from ancient traditions
that have no place in this modern world of
ours, free from the fears of folklore and some
magical powers that we need to serve.
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He was happy. For the first time in his life, he
was happy.
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Your generation sucks
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and he loved it, he loved playing the part, the
get-off-my-lawn old man.
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He would challenge the young ones, the fresh
meat, to hand wrestle him. An old fragile man.
C’mon kid, let’s see what you got. You are so
skinny; your hands are like toothpicks. Bring it
on. I kick your ass.
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match. He was cheating. And it was ok. It was
fine. It was funny.
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Treasure Tuang
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janitor in the building where the work on the
jewels will be done.
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just kept somewhere in big safes with many
other jewels, necklaces, rings etc. it was still the
crown jewels but not the major ones, and as
such, there was slightly less hysteria about their
security measures. I mean, they were still
amazing jewels with incredible value and price,
but they were considered slightly less sacred,
even by the royal staff and the police and army
security details.
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because of some bureaucracy and some forms
someone filled out wrong, and that meant a
government disability status and payments for
life. Not high payments, but you could live of it.
If you had little expenses anyway, and not a lot
to do other than walking around looking for
that stolen treasure you misplaced somewhere.
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He handed guru a bottle of whiskey. Single
malt. In a beautiful carton tube, you know, a
real fancy one.
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“Do you know my wife, my new wife?
Marlin?”
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Guru was holding back his laughter as the story
evolved, with tuang telling the chain of events
in a very solemn and serious face.
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“She is a kind woman marlin. A good woman.
She did not want to hurt me of course, and was
terribly worried when I passed out. She was so
worried she went and made a cup of coffee and
sat by the kitchen table to read the newspaper
trying to calm herself as I was bleeding on the
floor under her feet”
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“And it was there. I ran there, and it was there.
In a brown leather sack, in a green nylon bag,
buried right behind the sewer pipe, in the toilet
of the old Manora building. It was there.”
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he made a little money doing delivery on his
bike for the flower shop.
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and pointed at the giver with a big smile, and
for some reason that made people feel good.
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There was a muffled chocking sound, as the
guru tried his best not to burst out in hysteric
laughter, imagining chino, being a threat to any
husband. For what he was, being chino, he was
not ugly or anything, but he was the most, how
shall I put it, un noticeable person around. He
was unremarkable in any way, not too short,
not too fat, not too thin, with features which
were as normal as you can get, and then a
couple of notches more on the normal scale. He
was almost invisible. Well, unless he was
talking. And he was talking a lot.
“When what?”
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Again, not a hint of sarcasm, real genuine
childlike innocence. God, why can’t we smack
children over the head with a slipper like in the
good old days. It was infuriating. But
entertaining. And a good spiritual exercise. Oh,
it was. The guru already felt his hand
automatically starting to rise and he willed it
down to his side with sheer mental strength
and fortitude. But one day, one day, just one
smack… a nice healthy big smack around the
back of the head… for all those times, for all
those missed slaps. Oh, a man can dream, can
he not? And guru dreamt. And smiled to
himself. And chino, unaware of the imaginary
slap he just got, smiled back.
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Subway came back holding a big box with a
small ribbon on top. He got the ribbon. He
thought it would make a nice addition.
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believed, and for all I know, she might have
been right. It does make sense.
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forward through the water. It was a hot day,
and not a lot of people were outside in this
morning hour, but still it seemed like forever
until they reached their destination. They
quickly entered the airconditioned flower shop,
and sighed in relief.
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At the end of the day, they put all the flowers in
the back room in a special fridge, and turn off
the aircon, but sometimes in the hot summer
nights they will keep it on, otherwise even the
green leafy decorations will die, and chino,
chino is sleeping there like a baby in the aircon
while everyone around him sweats and suffers
with some fans and wide-open windows.
“Really?”
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of the other hand, on the other hand, it is
almost time for lunch.
“Yes?”
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He was still standing there as the shop owner
went to prepare the lilacs for the delivery.
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sitting on the small plastic stools, waiting for
their order.
Guru sighed.
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“Yes, guru, of course”
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“Misses toro is scarier than most ghosts”
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eating fresh fruit in the shade, and enjoying the
slight breeze.
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and took down the bedsheet with a big tada
and ceremony.
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Quantum cats
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now? It just doesn’t make any sense. And boy
do they freak out when you forget to do that.
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Am I here? Am I there? Am I even alive? you
call that a life? That’s living….ayyyy… I tell
you, when I was young…
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nice resort and then just seen photos of the
huge amazing buffet that is not there.
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politicians, don’t do anything, expect to get
everything and tell you things that supposed to
make you feel good.
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the fact the cat chose to nap with him was a
medal, a sign of a real connection. Napping
with someone is something special.
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to others. But cats do judge other cats by their
job.
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would have paid him for the pleasure of doing
his job. They would come in, hunt for a bit, got
their mouse and ran away. Without even saying
thank you. which worked perfectly for him. The
mice population were under control, he did not
have to do anything, and now the young cats
owe him a favor. He was wise indeed. As wise
as a politician. You might prefer to use the
word cunning, but that is because you probably
have an anti-politicians bias.
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part of our lives, part of who we are. Rituals
were like reminders, in the middle of the
chaotic day, the unexpected events, the
emergencies, the drama. Rituals were small
islands of sanity in the sea of silliness that is
life, in the ocean of annoyance that is life.
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meditation, but even that was on a very low
fire, not to lose too much energy.
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comfortable, I don’t have to pee. At all. I don’t
have to pee.
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He did suspect he was the actual center of the
universe, but deep down, all cats feel that, so it
did not turn on any red lights in his mind.
Or car sickness.
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Garbage granny
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He bought it in the big central mall. He did not
go there often, but once in a while he liked to
visit the center, go to a mall or two, have
something interesting to eat, because they
always have these new tasty inventions in the
center. Some trendy new food that is suddenly
everywhere. Once every couple of months he
takes Dog and Subway, and they take a field
trip. A trip to another world. A cleaner world.
Airconditioned. That smells of perfumes and
delicacies. They were tourists.
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cheese sandwich. He started to sweat cheese. It
was not a good thing to keep in the palace. Not
at all. Very dangerous. Very. So he gave it
away.
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shirt, that is all. There is no meaning to that
blue shirt, it is just a shirt.
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of the good decisions you made in life, and
eighty thousand percent of the bad ones.
“Dog” he called.
Guru nodded.
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got into bed and closed her eyes for the last
time.
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Meanwhile, Subway was going through the
wardrobe and found something in one of the
pockets. It was a necklace. Very very thin
necklace, very delicate. And it looked
expensive. It looked like high-quality gold.
Very very thin gold, but still gold.
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tea? What am I, the queen of England? Tea. Tea
he asks”
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the slum remained a slum. And the characters
that used to live here, the stories they had, the
adventures they had just to stay alive,
generations over generations, full family trees
with roots deep in the dirty broken streets.
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He liked her, the guru. He really did. She was a
dinosaur, a relic of the past. He wished she had
more time to tell him stories of the good old
days, but you know, stories, who has time for
stories? What is she, the queen of England?
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The new guy
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truth is that he really did come for the
sandwiches, and he never noticed her until one
day her mask fell off and she smiled at him.
Two months later they got married.
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Next week they are moving to the vacation
town by the seaside where her brother, not the
one who has anosmia, has a successful noodle
shop, and they will try to start a life there.
Being a big tourist location there are a couple of
branches of Subway sandwiches so Subway
was optimistic and was looking forward to start
a new life with the new wife.
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shower. He was ok. But he made this noise,
sucking his teeth, and that made guru
contemplate suicide, or more accurately murder
suicide, so he was out of the question.
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He actually came to guru when he heard
Subway was thinking of moving away.
Guru sighed.
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“Tawan, dear Tawan, my good friend Tawan, I
thank you. I appreciate your loyalty. We will let
you know.”
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A lot of people were interested in the position.
It was a good job. Well paid, good food, not
much stress, the hours are long, yes, but it was
mostly just sitting and waiting or doing some
small errands.
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rollercoaster of emotional drama, please do find
a nice woman. He liked a peaceful life.
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guy. Who used to teach some martial arts once,
I don’t remember which one it was, but he was
supposed to be really good at it. A quite guy.
He had a new baby girl this year so was looking
for some fixed income and a career, which
meant he was well motivated. And, did I
mention he was a quiet guy? That was the
reason he was chosen.
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we still don’t have in the slum. A park is such a
luxury these days that poor people cannot
afford one. But he went to the nearby park. To
listen to the leaves. That is how he called
getting stoned and taking a nap under a big
tree. His favorite meditation. Get that energy
straight from the roots, with the leaves singing
you a lullaby in the wind.
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“Fresh steamed buns. Wife make this morning.
She is not pretty but she makes hell of a
steamed bun”
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the right decision, as all three of them were
sitting there, eating steamed buns, in silence.
Beautiful silence.
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The ghosts next door
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In this country you still respected the dead,
brought them food, talked to them, promised
things, shared your prayers with them. In some
cases, they were indeed just part of the
extended family, or a roommate. It was natural,
it was accepted, and in most cases it was nice.
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The ghosts were a little like cats. They say a dog
can find his owner but a cat can always find his
home, the house he lives in. it is an instinct.
Dogs are attached to the spirit of the owner;
cats are attached to the spirit of the place.
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What sometimes happen is that they move next
door. Which can be a problem.
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more on their food then mine. Guru, what do I
do?”
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“Yes, guru, anything, I will wait for you. please,
do something”
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Guru smiled. And sniffed the coffee she handed
him. That was good coffee, real good coffee. He
was not a coffee expert, and did not understand
what all the fuss was about, what is this coffee
culture people talk about, but he knew good
coffee when he smelt it.
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Guru took another sip of the coffee. Letting it
cool a little before swallowing it.
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They lived like poor people, but could have
bought most of the slum if they wanted to. Just
the fact they were still living in the slum, while
they could move anywhere they wanted, that
shows you how cheap they were. Oh well, takes
all sorts, I guess. Being cheap is a disease. A
sickness. Poor people. Poor rich people.”
Guru laughed.
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Toy car
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When someone actually stops and asks you
what they can do for you, now that is special.
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practices martial arts all his life, and the form is
just as important as the function, the sizzle as
important as the steak.
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raise stupid. Naa, I got him a date with my
sister.”
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Guru sat back on the throne, the plastic wrap
creaking its familiar noise as he made himself
comfortable, and stared at the red toy car in his
hand.
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The cleaning lady came in with a mop singing
an old folk tune from the mountain regions. No,
that was not it. definitely not. That was not the
background music he was looking for. that was
a lovely song but not the soundtrack to his
scene. Oh well. Cut. He put the red car in his
pocket and threw away the box.
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years ago, on a Wednesday lunch break at the
local temple school.
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Until one day, when they were not. When the
pact imploded, when the group drifted apart,
two of the three parts becoming life enemies.
One day, that started a thirty-year-old rivalry, a
war.
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decent fella, and always sold just fresh fruit,
clean and cut nicely.
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“Thirty-four years, that is enough time to be
punished. I see you suffered enough, don’t
worry about it.”
khun Bua looked him in the eyes and tears
were starting to flow down his cheeks.
Guru smiled.
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Out of respect they stopped fighting, you
cannot fight in the palace, you cannot fight in
front of the guru.
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The sound of air being sucked into their mouths
as they finally breathed in, could be heard three
blocks from there.
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“Now… you see, none of you is a thief. None of
you is a crook, none of you is a liar. It was all
just a misunderstanding, right?”
They did not want to. You could see they did
not want to. They reached out their hands but it
was like they are disgusted by even the thought
of touching that other person, that person who
up until two minutes ago was a disgusting
horrible person, an enemy.
They did not want to. But they did not have a
choice. Not here, not now, this was guru’s
palace and this was gurus slum and this was
guru’s world.
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“I am so sorry!” “No, I am sorry!” “I am so
stupid!” “No, I am so stupid!” and so on and so
forth, and guru was sitting there, now finally
being able to smile, and a big smile it was, a
real smile.
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It can sometimes be late, sure, it could have
ended a decade ago, but still, better late than
never as they say.
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The job
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“I don’t know, I guess, I don’t know, I was just
not careful enough. My daddy warned me to be
more careful, he did.”
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sides, no one… a job… a real job… they will not
talk to me. What will I do?”
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person and you know, it’s ok, you have money.
Here you go, buddy, and really, I am so sorry.
Have a good day, and good luck. Really, I mean
it, good luck”
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Another brother is in prison, for, well, I don’t
know what for this time, but it doesn’t matter,
he is usually there for something. He actually
has quite a good life there in prison, his friends
are there, he knows all the tricks, he gets
respect as a repeat guest, not to mention three
meals a day and free laundry service.
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guy, this one, but in the end, it was just
business. You do what you can do to survive.
“So, Monday?”
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“so, you don’t know where is the factory. That
is not a problem, we can look it up. Easy. No
problem. Relax. We will find the address and
how you can get there. What is the name of the
company?”
Chan just held his bun, and did not eat. He was
still visibly distraught and his face were
distorted with worry, his eyebrows clinched
together and wrinkles painting a map of rivers
on his forehead.
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Guru enjoyed the bun. It was fresh and moist.
“Well, the guy at the bar. The one with the suit.
He was nice.”
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“You met a man, you don’t know his name,
who offered you a job in a company, and you
don’t know the name of the company, and you
have no idea where the factory is.”
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Guru looked at Xian. Xian shrugged. Guru
looked at Dog. Dog shrugged.
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Scorpio clouds
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“What shall I do? guru? What? What?” she was
leaking from all possible cavities, with tears
and snot and spit mixing in, well, what is inside
teenage girls I guess. And it is gross. Very
gross. And it was all coming out.
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“they said nalsfbjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj anmhjjj and and
kkkkkkkkfffffffffaslss,,, I don’t lie………..das
dsa das das daskkkkkkkkkkl told
him………..addadaadm….”
“stop” he said.
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“why.” She finally stopped to breath” why.”
Another deep breath.” Why are you so mean to
me?”
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Among the three, I think guru was the most
shocked. He had no idea what just happened.
He had no idea what he did or why, and
definitely not why it worked. But it did. The
monster ran away. He won. He beat the, well, I
don’t know what it was. But he beat it. If he
beat that he could beat anything. He was
invincible. He was God. He stood up to go get
some tea from the pot, twisted his ankle and
dropped to the ground like a sack of potato. In
a second dog was lifting him up and he was ok,
everything is ok, nothing happened, I am
invincible.
“I will just sit down; can you bring over the tea
please.” He was invincible.
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The colonel
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a book about the army. At least he gets respect
and people call him colonel. But I am quite
convinced people would have called him
colonel even without a military past. The
moustache. The moustache. Yes, a moustache
like that earns you respect.
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weather you mean six beers, five shots of vodka
and a couple of Jägermeister in the wedding
last night.
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Dog already bought the Alka-Seltzer and the
coffee so he thought to himself, why not, no
need to rush back to the palace, guru will be
dying in an hour too. It was not very nice
thought to have, but hey, what can you do, you
can’t be a saint all the time. And he was bored.
And he was not invited to the wedding.
Nothing personal, it was a small event on
purpose, just family, but still. He did not party,
and the guru did, so the guru can pay for it. No
rush. What? Like you never had these kind of
thoughts and calculations.
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When the potion was ready, he took the bucket
and put it near guru’s head. Guru was on the
throne, half sitting half lying down, trying to
breath. He was breathing through his mouth
which gave a soft whispering ghoulish noise.
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Colonel raised the cup to gurus’ lips, closed his
nose with his finger and thumb, and poured the
content of the cup into guru’s mouth.
Colonel laughed.
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“Castor oil, fresh clam, fermented fish,
lemongrass, soy sauce, ketchup, plum sugar,
chilly powder, yogurt and 70% alcohol”
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“oh don’t mention it. many men have tried to
kill me. I am used to it. I was in the military you
know. Army colonel unit five five three
khrungtep region, class of seventy-one.”
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Guru started to laugh, but the colonel did not
see what was so funny and made a slightly
insulted face.
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officer. Officers don’t need to cook. Or do
anything else for that matter.”
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“Castor oil, fresh clam, fermented fish,
lemongrass, soy sauce, ketchup, plum sugar,
chilly powder, yogurt and 70% alcohol” said
the colonel, Winked, Wai-ed guru and headed
out.
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The NGO gang
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Obviously, if they cared to talk to the locals, to
the residents of the slum, they would learn a lot
about life in the slum, about life of the poor, the
people who live day by day, trying to make a
living somehow, trying to survive.
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And the NGO kids? They were perfect for the
part, and they knew how to play that part. They
used to dirty up their t-shirts with some dirt,
rub a little of It in their hair, to get that dusty
look. And the sad look on their face? Well, that
was Oscar worthy, to say the least. They knew
what to do, they knew how to do it, and the
kind enlightened blessed angels who came to
the slum, took some photos, gave out some
candy and chocolates, and got into their big car
and disappeared until the next visit.
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paid for a big pizza party for all the kids, and
there was enough to take home later too.
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important figures in their own eyes, so they felt
even more important, talking to him.
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high quality. Yes, It got the kids a nice small
sum in the pawnshop.
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come, and make sure their visit will be the last
one in the slum.
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He invited him to come in for some tea. The
guy was surprised, but did not want to refuse.
Guru was a respectable man here, and he was
slightly afraid to refuse him, he did not want
any trouble. That was ironic, because if he did
not want any trouble he would not come to the
slum, especially not for what he came for.
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The guy was literally shivering by now and just
nodded. Guru opened the palace door and after
a second of being blinded by the street light,
they saw the car parked out front.
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The kids ran away screaming with joy, going to
get their cold sweet reward, guru and the
bodyguards went back in the palace and sat
down. Guru finished the tea in the cup and
looked at Dog.
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Carpenter
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had the natural talent of taking any old wood
panels thrown away from the docks, take them
apart and strip them down and make beautiful
new creations of the wood, without even a hint
of their industrial low dockside heritage.
Big Toi was not that good. Ok, he was not bad,
and if you wanted a quick bathroom setup, he
was the best, but he was not three fingered Toi.
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It started with one coffee table. By chance. Some
student needed something for her new condo
apartment, and passed by the small workshop,
under the dock’s express way, where Toi was
displaying his work. A couple of chairs, some
nice benches, some tables.
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morning, still trying to wake up, sipping an old
style Malaysian white coffee from a paper cup.
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Boat noodles. Yeah. He liked boat noodles.
They are called boat noodles because they used
to be sold in the small boats in the floating
markets around town, but now the boats are
gone and just the name remained, and the name
meant spicy and meaty and smokey and
smooth, boat noodles meant a special
experience, a special occasion.
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there, and sat down, they were not going
anywhere. And now they even had a stool.
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He lit a cigarette and looked around him at the
empty lot. The quiet lot.
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Poster Ploi
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Yes, every generation there is the normal that
we all agree upon, and hair is where you can
see it best. Fashion and hair. But hair is a more
effective way to understand a society, as it is
more general. Fashion is still al luxury, but a
trendy fashionable haircut? You don’t need
much to afford that, and it was the easiest way
to tell the world that you are modern, that you
are hip, that you are lit, that you “get it”, that
you are part of it, part of the tribe, part of the
movement, you belong.
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Like seeing an old man who dyes his hair black
and shiny, but it doesn’t fit his grey eyebrows,
not to mention all those grey long hairs that
grow from his ears. Ear hair is the official sign
that you are old. Not grown up, not mature, not
an adult. Old. The ears stop working and long
hairs grow off them. Like weeds in a cemetery.
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powder, being released to the public though an
underground network of ancient barbers.
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He would stand there until you nodded and
agreed that it was done, it was finished, it was
perfect.
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Needless to say, the business was not blooming.
He had three clients. Two of them were bold.
Well, they had a dozen hairs between them, so
they were technically bold. They would come
for a shave and a polish. And the third one was
his son in law. He would come for a quick
machine cut once a week. Out of kindness. He
thought to himself that machine cut was the
least dangerous option, and he would bring
Ploi some snacks and fresh fruit and check up
on him. He would stay there for an hour
chatting away, until it was time to go back to
work.
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the neighborhood waving scissors and razors
around.
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“don’t you worry about anything” guru said,
“just get the place tidy and nice, now, please
excuse me, I have to make a phone call.”
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The kids outside were making a lot of noise by
now, getting more and more excited and guru
closed the door behind them.
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clothes, well again, compared to the visitor
from yesterday.
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You are the owner now. You don’t have to cut
hair; you just sit here. They will do the work”
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but in general, if you are a teenager who likes to
get high, don’t steal a car, and if you do, don’t
crash it into the police captain new motorcycle.
Just saying. It takes a lot of dealing to get that
under the rug. He was happy to help. “
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fireman. A hipster fireman. You never knew
there were hipster firemen? Well, there are,
maybe they don’t have manbuns because of the
helmet and all, but they do like to be stylish
once they survive their days work.
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saving rosalinda
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the change of time, so a lamp post? One stupid
lamp post?
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governor’s own garden was a normal and
acceptable wedding present. Because it was
pretty and because it has a story. It had to have
a story, everything had to have a story.
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It was in the fifties when Rosalinda, the original
one, the flesh and bones one, not the metal and
light one, was star of the slum. She was without
doubt the most beautiful girl around, with dark
raven hair that was wavy like the sea, unlike
the straight thin hair most local girls had, and
two big eyes that were almost disproportional
to her small face, almost cartoonish in their size,
eyes that were always open and always
smiling, eyes that seemed like they came from
far far away, from some latin country, from a
Spanish book, a stranger to the slum, a stranger
to asia, a stranger to this world.
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By the time she was ten the children actually
wrote a song about her, a kind of a nursery
rhyme which they sang in front of their house,
driving him crazy.
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And he would run out and throw things at
them and curse. An old man in his nineties, he
was running after them, her poor father. He
was not really in his ninties, he just looked that
way. He was in his fifties, but he was so tired,
so exhausted, that he looked ageless, like a
forest or a mountain, he was skin and bone and
his eyes sunk in black holes of three decades of
not sleeping at night.
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As years passed, she grew into a serious lady. A
seriously beautiful lady. A woman. She skipped
that whole akward teenage phase and went
from little girl to a full woman in a year or so.
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slammed in their face, but there was one who
stood out. Kata.
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is being built by men and magic and he wanted
to be part of that magic.
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have to earn her. He was going to have to prove
himself.
It was strange.
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It was like something was wrong with the
universe. Like it was against the basic rules of
nature. The door was supposed to be slammed.
There should be a big thud and the patter of a
teenager running away, hopefully crying after
the door hit him in the face.
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A week later, the boy came back. And he
brought his father. He was ready.
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instructions. They spend most of the day
waiting for instructions, most of the week, of
the month, most of their career, waiting for
instructions. They didn’t mind, waiting was
better than working, and if the truck was big
enough there was always a shaded area to wait
for instructions in.
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Well, not on gurus watch. Not today. A few
whispers, a couple of “no really I couldn’t” and
some smiling winking “oh but I insist” and the
boss called on the workers to come back in the
truck.
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“What?” he said.
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It was three weeks before kata had the courage
to come back. He knocked on the door.
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He stoped to breath.
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young kids, they are smart. They have good
excuses too. But hell, if this is going to work, no
way, even the best excuses and the most
scientific explanations will not be enough.
Kata sighed.
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Three weeks later kata knocked on the door.
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look like stars but they are fake. The real ones?
Under the governor’s bed. There is nothing I
can do about that. If I try to steal them, I will go
to jail and Rosalinda will be alone.
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]it was around three o’clock when he gave up
on his attempts to have some rest, and sneaked
out of the house through his bedroom window.
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He immediately called the head of police and
insisted that a full investigation would take
place, and that all available police officers and
recruits be put on high alert and be sent out to
find the stolen lamp post.
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everybody’s lips, and the city was a better place
just for hearing the story around it.
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come later, and the stars will shine, and
Rosalinda, well, there will always be a
Rosalinda, even if just in our stories.
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The ugly couple
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everyone were those teenagers. It was a
consensus. Ugly people should not be, well,
what is the word, romantic. Or just happy.
yeah, happy, they shouldn’t be happy. and
these two, as I said, like puppies. Damn
puppies. Stealing kisses, pinching each other’s
ass when they thought no one was looking,
tickling each other, and winking. The winking
was the worst part.
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It was disgusting. And cute. Very cute. And in
some perverse and cynical way charming, and
romantic, and horrible, and beautiful and get a
room already. It was something people did not
want to see in public, but could not take their
eyes of it. What was the line in that book? Like
watching a snail slowly walk on a razor blade.
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too much. They think they deserve more; they
think they deserve too much. Too much is just
enough, and even there we can negotiate.
People expect things, and the world laughs. Or
sighs. I bet it is mostly sighing, because
laughing is ok for the first couple of times, but
let’s face it, with the amount of people and
what they expect, I am sure the world is bored
of laughing at them, and now it is mostly
sighing. And nodding its head. And sighing
again.
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sabotage it, to ruin it. Because surprised is bad.
what I am used to is good, surprised is
dangerous, it is unpredictable, it is, well,
surprising.
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A month or so before the wedding, the ugly
couple came to visit the palace. He already
heard the rumors that they start to plan a
wedding party, so he was waiting for that visit.
He actually prepared a nice envelope with a
hefty sum of money, waiting for them in the
drawer near the throne.
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know, the chain one, opened, he was sad. Very
sad. Mostly because he lost his job, no one
would let a drunk work in a big chain gas
station, but also because he really loved that old
one, he worked there for over thirty years.”
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afternoon and never woke up. It was a peaceful
death, a good one. “
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Guru was happy. he was happy for them. And
he was happy because it was one of the rare
times that people came to his palace, came to
visit him, without asking for anything, without
telling him about their troubles, about their
misfortunes. It was a rare occasion where
people came to share good things with him,
and share good steamed buns as well, which
was always a treat.
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He looked at his reflection on the shinny metal
tea pot and thought to himself. well, I am not
ugly but thank God I am not too handsome.
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Big Ned big noodle eater
Big Ned sat there, in front of guru, slouched, his
head forward, his face in buried in his hands.
Sobbing softly.
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“I lost it completely. It is gone. I lost my
appetite. What will I do?”
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twelve pans of clam egg fries in five minutes for
another one, but it meant nothing for him, he
just did it for the prizes. A t-shirt here, a couple
of tickets for some music show, sometimes even
vouchers for some free food. It was nice.
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It was deep inside him, a hole that needed to be
filled with noodles, and only noodles would do
the trick. It was really in his nature, in his DNA.
It even affected his relationships. Yes, he was
engaged once to a lovely girl from his class, but
her family broke it up, because they suspected
he wanted to marry her for the basic reason that
her uncle owned a noodle shop, and not
because of real love.
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superficial reality was, the better It paid. For
people like Ned.
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mysterious and have a rich cultural
background, while ticks are, well, ticks.
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every hand and smiled at every empty hollow
businessman who walked into the noodle shop.
“oK, let’s try to think about it. Are you sure you
don’t know what happened? What caused it?
Did something happen to you? something
changed?”
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Ned looked at him for a minute, thinking. He
was not really good at it. It was not his thing.
He knew people who were good at it, you
know, thinking, but he was good at eating
noodles. He left the thinking to other people;
this is why he is here talking to guru.
“New girlfriend?”
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Guru laughed.
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guy comes home, sees what’s in the bed and
goes to the fridge.”
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Magic Shampoo
“Guru, I am stupid.”
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Again, guru did not disagree. He did think that
if Simon would shave his head it would solve
the problem, but he was smarter than trying to
say anything about it.
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“Yes, yes, I tell you, it was a miracle. I saw it.
Not long hair of course, It was just three weeks.
But it was a full head of hair.”
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lose their head over women, some over drugs
or drinks, this, this is my disease.”
Guru sighed.
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They took some photos of the new hair and the
clients smiling and glowing with delight.
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The before and after photos were spread on the
table, with the marketing slogans printed in big
fonts and bold colors. They looked great, they
looked Fabolous, they looked like real
advertising shots, like serious advertising shots.
Dog did a really good job.
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home safe and took out a thick cash roll, held
with a thick rubber band.
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The scammer was still whistling to himself as
he got out of his car, but that was a very short
whistle. It is hard to whistle when someone is
hitting you in the gut and puts an old empty
rice bag on your head.
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Simon was there, standing on the other side of
street. His phone in hand, making a video of
the scene, as the sun shone brightly on his
beautiful bald head.
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Teachers Pet
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Some people call that stupid. Some people call
that delusional, some people call it insane, but
in the end of the day, that is how you describe
special. And the slum teachers, the people who
decided to pull the children in the slum
upward, forward, into a modern world, a world
of data and knowledge, of research and of
learning, those people, well, they are without a
doubt special.
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other half, well, that was held together by pure
belief, by optimism, determination, by being
delightfully delusional it spread around and
made everyone around him smile. A
momentary detachment from reality as we
know it, as we see it, as we are stuck with it, a
momentary ray of light in the, well, not even
darkness, just muckiness. In the dirt that is our
lives. A ray of hope. A wonderful cliché.
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He would stand by the door waiting. There was
a big mirror by the door, he liked to check his
appearance when he was going out. A large
mirror which was so old the reflection inside it
looked almost magical, the glass was so worn
from cleaning and the silver back was
crumbling off, which gave the reflection an
almost magical quality, it was cloudy and deep
and, well, looked old. An old reflection of an
old man in an old mirror, living an old life in an
old house in an old slum in an old world.
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eyebrows were his trademark, his mask, his
uniform.
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He stopped by the open door and smiled.
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Think about everything, think about anything.
And now he was extra happy, because he was
thinking of love, of his love, of their love, of his
love for the old, and his love for the kids.
Yes, that special love for the old and the kids.
Yes. Ahm. Yes. It was just all those in the
middle that pissed him off occasionally and
made his role his eyes in despair. Just the ones
in the middle…
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Unliked
Paisan was globally and genuinely unliked by
people. Unliked. Not hated or something like
that, no, unliked is not being hated. Being
Hated is easy. Anyone can be hated and you
can hate anyone. It is simple. Unliked is tricky,
it is almost a talent. It is a delicate thing, that
requires equilibrium and harmony, well,
disharmony more probably, but something in
that area.
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dislike someone. Could be their behavior, could
be their attitude, could be what they actually
do, and could be, well, sometimes you don’t
need a reason to dislike someone. You just do.
and that is that. And that is ok. It is kind of an
ancient defense mechanism, an automatic
response to someone.
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And he knew it. That was the strange part. He
knew people didn’t like him. And yet he still
came over, he still started conversations, he was
nice to people. People were not nice to him, but
he was nice to them. He thought to himself, the
interaction is the prize, and it is ok if no one
really likes him, it is not too bad.
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It was not one of these things that were
obviously strange, like, I don’t know, a bird
sitting on a cats head, like you see in those
videos on the internet, but it was, how shall I
put it, unnervingly unusual. It seemed like a
mistake. I am not saying that she made a
mistake, I would not be that mean, but it seems
like the universe made a mistake. Something
went wrong in the karmic process, in the
choosing of mates. The universe got confused,
or maybe distracted by something. Probably
one of those internet videos of a bird sitting on
a cat’s head.
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Star shaped sugar-coated cookies. I think they
came with the medical supplies. Cookies are
very helpful in making people feel better.
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with ‘eh ahm, some people, you know eh ahm’”
she laughed as she mimics gurus voice.
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They are disadvantaged and have to put more
energy in succeeding, in being part of society.
And paisan? He is the perfect example.”
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Not Single malt
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drinking was just bad judgment, in his eyes at
least.
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It’s the hangovers. Single malt hangovers are a
little better than normal hangovers. Well, at
least they are fancier, and at least you can think
that it might actually was worth it.
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he loved it. He was drowning in the new
possibilities out there, all those books, all those
wonderful adventures and beautiful details, all
that knowledge and knee bending dramas,
laughs and lessons, tears and triumphs.
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It was the best Hollywood production that ever
existed. Or maybe Bollywood would be more
accurate, as it did have long dance scenes and
songs too. In his head he created a masterpiece.
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arms, devoid of any muscles. You don’t need a
lot of muscles to hold a book, or a pen.
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She was one of them. and indeed, she admired
his books. She was not a big fan of his drinking
or the fact he chose to still live in his old family
home on the edge of the slum, but she was so
enthralled by his fiction, that reality was not an
obstacle.
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The game
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nothing did not want him around. He was not
even good for nothing. Or anything.
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things, like a baby’s security blanket. Walls,
lamp posts, convenience store shelves, and
sometimes the occasional person. But only
people he knew, only people who knew him,
only people who accepted his arm in a
voluntary surrender.
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brilliant, always original, always special. It was
not called the next thing for nothing.
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Some people would think that drinking was the
opposite to tying yourself to reality, to securing
yourself to what is actually there, actually
happening, what exists, but they did not know
Bittle, and they did not know what it is like to
be him. No one knew, even he did not know,
but he knew how to survive, how to keep sane,
how to keep himself anchored just enough to be
alive, to continue to be alive, to function.
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“I see, I really see” said guru, still keeping that
serious face.
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deep conversations but he did not have the
opportunity to have them too often, not where
he was, where he lived, who he lived with.
Normally it was all right, the mundane
everyday life was more than enough for him,
but he did long for something deeper once in a
while.
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That was the last time anyone heard lonf rants
about the next big thing in the slum. That was
the last time guru felt that kind of hug from
anyone. It was the combination of a lot of last
things, but also the possibility of new things,
maybe the next things, maybe even the next big
things.
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The end
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problems these humans have are because of
love, because of what they love to do, who they
love, how they love.
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Oh man, how I will miss that. Who knew
scratching behind the ears would be such an
orgasmic thing. Yes, I will miss that.
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do, so we need to always keep track of them,
make sure they are not doing too much
damage.
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because the universe got drunk one day, well, a
millennia, but it was a day for her, and decided
it would be fun to do something wacky,
something weird, something different.
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reality that is valid even in corners of the
universe where there is no tuna, or even fish, or
even anyone to like anything. Tuna is good.
Which is very bad, if you are tuna, but hey, we
didn’t ask them to be so tasty, they started it.
The end.
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