my dearest wish…
yesterday I was partying in an Irish Pub with live music and all that stuff. Actually it was just a long bearded dude with his guitar but well, quite romantic after two three beers or so. All time long a guy was staring at me. It took him 2 and a half hours to come over and start a conversation.
well, after five minutes of smalltalk his eyes became really big and I knew something was coming up. "Hey, do you know what I wish for right now?"….. ("oh no.. tell me")….. "I always wanted to blow up a bank!"
here it was. I actually counted on sth like wanna meet you again, wanna become xxx, I want a mc donalds super deluxe chicken meal with a big coke (that´s what I was wishing for), also: right now I want you to go home with me and tütüdeli… would have been in the range of possible things I thought he would say… but no… for the next hour this guy was entrusting me with his most secret plans for blowing up a bank. Including favourite bank company, detonation devices and escape-plan with submarine.
wohoo… first I thought he´s joking, but the more he got into it the more I understood it was really a life-long dream of his. At the end he wanted to hire me as his "blow up the bank" assistent. Enchanting perspectives….
If you got similar dreams post me and we´ll make Julia´s 11…
December 20th, 2005 at 11:40 pm
I hope you got his number. This guy could be of good assistance for one of my plans.
I wanna blast a big hole in my garden, fill it with water and put some crocodiles in it. Then we all travel to germany, find the „schni-schna-schnappi“-guy, bring the jerk to my place and throw him into the croco-pool. Then we have a couple of beers and dance around the pool, singing „schni, schna, schnappi!!“
December 22nd, 2005 at 7:09 am
oh… I already lost his number. but anyways, the “schni-schna-schnappi” - guy is a small little girl aged no more than 10 years. well…. just pray you´ll never hear the x-mas version….