Yesterday I had a visit by a good friend (see above). He showered up at about 13pm, and while I was brewing some coke, he asked me if he could sit around the kitchen table. I thought Huh ? How can one guy sit around a kitchen table ?
He laughed and pulled a fried banana out of his pocket. "That's the way !" he shouted, and I saw his eyes were getting wet. So I decided not to ask any more questions for the time being and started to count the spaghetti I was up to prepare for dinner. When I arrived, quite some time later, at the last spaghetti, no. 345, I quietly threw that last spaghetti away to make sure that each one of us has the same portion.
The chocolate-garlic-mustard sauce wasn't common to him, but after a 720° turn outside the front door he decided that his wife wasn't able to prepare such a good dinner, and he would never have married her if it wasn't for her thick hair on the back. In the meantime it was getting late, and after 3 bottles of vodka and 43 joints (mind you, no indoor grass) we tried to get up from the table and go to the pub for a last beer.
We stood and fell, got up again and fell again. So I decided to mow the lawn, which I did by crawling on the ground and pulling the mower with a string attached to my left foot. My friend was nearby walking in straight circles and yelling "Braar ! Braar !" endlessly, and when I asked him what that was good for, he snapped: "You have NO fucking idea ! Braar is the god of grass complaining about you mowing his hair, and I try to soften him by calling him !"
Funny guy, eh ? I mean, I hadn't seen him for almost 14'764 days, but the fact that he changed so much, made me think. I got back to the house, meanwhile he was braaring while standing on his head, no circles anymore there. So I sat down and started to count my fingers while wondering what happened to my friend.
Finally he decided to ask a passer-by where his apartment was, and when the passenger only shook head I started to count my toes and was happy that we had such a good day.
I don't know how he got home, though, because he said right at the start that his crutches didn't have a navigator installed. I can only remember his constant Braar ! yelling while he licked the pavement before making a step.