[engels verhaal]No Lucy No Diamonds

[Type]

De mensen die de Beatles kennen zullen de titel wel grappig hebben gevonden

Typ-, spel-, en taalfouten voorbehouden. Ik schrijf dan wel eens in het engels, maar toch ben ik nog steeds Nederlander, en glipt er zo af en toe een grammaticaal foutje, of een tikfoutje tussendoor.

Maar toch, hier is weer een klein verhaaltje. Have fun.

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Time is advancing. Life is stacking up.
It seems that I've got nothing better to do than just sit back with a sixpack,
drink this stupid life away.
She says I get violent, you know, when I've been drinking. You know, right? But hell, I don't believe her. Stupid wife don't know anything, how would she know this, right? Yeah, I got your attention now, huh. Well, since you're listening, what the hell, I'll tell you something about my life.

My life used to be great. A bit boring perhaps, but it was great. Primary school sucked, but after that, came high school. Had some pretty wild parties, got laid all the time. Had to work my ass off though to be able to afford all of my hobbies. My wild life... Aah, how I loved it.
And school wasn't that bad either. I got the chance to play football, I like to think I was pretty popular, and I had a beautiful girl. I was one of those people who's life you always see in movies. Except for the fact that they are almost always pretty darn stupid, and I was an all-B student. B's ain't bad, right? I had this nice thing going, this lovely future ahead of me, could go and do everything I wanted. If I'd only known what I wanted.

After high school, I got a job. First at some bank, just for a short while. I had to have some income, and this thing was nice enough. Later on, I got a job offer from a friend of mine, who told me he could use someone at his store, a car- and tire store, somewhere else in the shithole of a town I lived in at that time. He'd pay me better than the bank did, and I'd have the job of organising his financial stuff, being an ex-bank-employee and stuff. Seemed logical. I just had to take the job, and so I did.
Worked at his place for a couple of years, and ran in to a woman at that time. Don't exactly know when, but she sure as hell remembers, and lets me know every time I forget to get her something. As you might have guessed by this time, that woman is now my wife. Has been for almost twenty years. And I love her, of course. Wouldn't have married her if I didn't love her. But still, something inside me keeps telling me I should check on my old high school love, until this very day...
Anyway, my wife. My wife's a redhead, and used to be cute and innocent. Nowadays, she's this boring, thaki dreadful beast of a woman, who seems to have no fun in life what so ever, apart from making my life as miserable as possible... And she's doing a pretty damn good job too. My wife. Think about Roseanne, Lucifer, and a big, ugly fire-dragon. Combine those, take away the breathing-fire part, and I think you've got a pretty good idea of what she's like...

As time passed by, I grew up, worked my way up in my friends' company, and at one point even owned fifty percent of the whole thing. And we were doing ok business, for a little town like ours... But I wanted to grow. He didn't, said he didn't want to 'risk anything'... So I sold my part of the store, and started my own business in a nearby city, which was a lot bigger than our little old hometown. Business was slow at first, but in a matter of months, about twenty-seven of them, my store started to slowly climb to the top of tire-sales in the neighbourhood. I was even able to move out of my cheap-ass apartment, and get me and my, at that time still lovely, wife a nice little house in a quiet street. A black neighbourhood scared me at first, and the fact that it was almost a half an hour further away from my store as my apartment building wasn't great either, but well, the wife wanted to get a better place, and I guess I reckoned I'd get used to the shooting and screaming in a short while. I had my own car, so the thirty minute drive wasn't a problem either. I closed the deal on the house, and for the first time, I really felt at home. Except for the store, of course, which had always been my 'home away from home'.

But with a bigger house, comes a bigger bill. If we were going to keep this lifestyle up, either my wife had to find a job, or I had to get better business. Or sell the store, and get myself another job...
Well, since we had a baby coming, my wife obviously couldn't go out and work, so it was all up to me again. I tried everything. Promo-sales, commercials, and those bitching things cost a fortune, tried crazy sales-techniques, tried discounts... Nothing worked. Well, some things did do something for me a little while, but nothing really worked, you know. There was only one thing to do; sell the love of my life. The thing I had worked on all my life it seemed, the one thing I was so proud of, you can't even begin to imagine... But she had to go. I had a family to support now, and with a regular job I'd be able to do that.

So, storeless, dreamless, hopeless, I wandered 'round in search of a decent job, something to get us some food and pay the bills. With my experience in economics, I soon found a job as a accountant at some fancy firm. Of course, I started somewhere at the bottom, not even being able to look up and see the top, and my life felt like I was trying to climb Mount Everest without any oxygen or climbing-gear.
My job was boring, and basically consisted of sitting in some crappy booth all day, going through papers, answering phone calls, checking where all the money went, and what came in, shutting up about what disappeared into the pockets of the litle big men, the sub-bosses of the company.
I lived my life in quiet despair.

Luckily I had my friends at the cafe. Little Lucy's cafe just around the corner. Who the hell little Lucy was, no one knew, but we didn't care either. We had fun there, telling each other stories of the good ol' days, although I didn't have a lot of those stories, but I managed to keep an image. At that time, too, my wife had her second baby. and so did I, I guess, being the father and all that. A girl, whom I decided to name Lucy. But the children were not my care. I hardly even saw them. I worked until six in the evening, went to check on the guys at Lucy's, came home at about eight, to find a cold plate of food in the kitchen, being yelled at by my wife, sent upstairs to send Ben, my boy, to bed and read him a story or so, and trying to swallow the god awful filth my wife had cooked, and somehow managed to call 'food' and get away with it.

You're getting bored, I can see it in your eyes. Not to worry, my story's almost over. I just want to tell you all about this one day, my little Lucy was about six years old already. Yes, you heard my right, I'd been doing the same shitty job for about eight years now, with a little promotion from time to time. I didn't know where it came from, if anyone asked, and I didn't know where all those dollars went either, right? You still with me?
Well, anyway, that day, I walked into the firm to find my boss' office empty, and my booth cleaned out.
So I went upstairs, to the main man, the big boss, the man who pulled the strings. Mr. H. P. Lackey, who told me I could leave.
Some lowlife scumbag had snitched on my boss, and sent an anonymous memo to all the big guys telling them who was washing, you know, fraud. That money disappearing, well, obviously, it was traced back to my boss, a nice fellow, hadn't really done anything wrong in his life, except for that little mishap... So they sacked him, and me while they were at it. I was in on the whole thing, according to this H. P. Lackey, and should be punished too. Sacked, but they'd pay me half of my original salary for a couple of months until I got a new job.

I couldn't take my life anymore. Felt like I wanted to die. My kids were becoming brats, my wife was angry all the time, and now this. Why did it have to happen to me, tell me that. I went to Lucy's, or at least, wanted to go to Lucy's. But when I walked around the corner, and wanted to cross the street, I saw 'they' had changed it into some sissy bar, called "Cocktails and Dreams". Nice, just what I needed. But I figured there'd only been a name change, and the guys would still be in there, right? Well, guess again. The whole place had changed, one weekend, and the whole place had completely changed into some awful new-age thing or something, I don't care.

I ran out of there, ran home, and that's where you came in. I got seven cans of beer stacked up in front of me right now, my wife's yackin' on the phone, and my kids are off to school. What the hell will I tell my family? What the hell will I do with my life? I know you're thinking "Why don't you just get a new job?". Right, if it only were that simple. I lost my own store, lost me job, lost my cafe, lost my will to live. It's not just about what you do in life that matters, it's also about what you want to do, and right now, I don't want to do anything. Nothing.

Well, that was my story. I can't wait 'till Lucy in the sky with diamondsI can tell the guys this stuff, they'll love it. And they'll support me. Just have to find the guys first. Get my Lucy back...
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[Type]

sorry FB'tjes, maar ik ga deze toch even schoppen.

/me wil feedback...

Er staat trouwens 1 foutje in, dank u LiNiaaL dat je het opmerkte.
Er staat een keer 'who's', en dat moet 'whose' zijn

[prulleke]

hey,

heb het eerlijk gezegd nog niet helemaal gelezen, maar het begin beviel me wel. Mooi illustrerend geschreven (je snapt wel wat ik bedoel?!)

1 dingetje: "and I'd have the job of organising his financial stuff, being an ex-bank-employee and stuff."

Misschien is het mooier als je er 'being an ex-bank-employee and all' van maakt. Twee keer stuff in dezelfde zin stoorde me een beetje...

that's all folks.

[Type]

veranderd naar 'and all that'

[prulleke]

okidokie ....lang zal hij leven, lang zal hij leven.....

Type schreef op 22-04-2003 @ 18:43:
veranderd naar 'and all that'

Offtopic: gefeliciteerd! *smak*